A poem about the future.
By: Sini Marcks
Remember when our mothers used to tell us to eat our greens
Instead we have to learn how to eat our paper bills
That give us paper cuts on our tongues
And remember when our dads would tell us to drink our milk
Now we have to learn how to swallow thick oil
That coats our throats
And remember when we went to school to know how to make a living
But now we aren’t even sure if after we graduate we’ll be living?
Why are we having babies when their futures are already stillborn
Our stomachs are cramping with plastic
Our lungs are dotted with monoxide and matter
Our eyes are tearing from smoke
We can vomit on your black business shoes
And cough our blood onto your white shirts
We can even lay our skeletal children on your front doorstep
And you will just step on their skulls
The only thing that gives us comfort
Is that you are going to die along with us