Wagons Ablaze

Sometimes I find it hard to believe That the world has so much beauty In nature, and in the art we make Tragically Sadness - and misery - always People forced against their own will To work, divested of fruits of labor Extracting surplus From a dying planet See the works of humankind There within is the sublime Come and see devastation Upon the earth; this is the work Here comes the end of times Yet I sing, pointlessly squeezing Any last meaning Are blue skies And green plant life Just the world's lies Smile and wave, even as it dies Laughably I sing while lives and environments Are shattered For a few to wield Ever-growing power See the works of humankind There within is the sublime Come and see devastation Upon the earth; this is the work Raskolnikov, perhaps In the cold, detached fixed idea To own everything Here comes the end of times The wealthy pack their bags for Mars And seek to cheat death And yet I See the works of humankind Meaningful, worthy of life Cast aside those which would be So defined by hubris and greed See the works of humankind There within is the divine Or maybe demise