What were your parents doing at your age?
So there was this planet, see.
It was a pretty blue and a mountainous green.
It had weather and nature and ecosystems,
White rhinos, coral reefs, and bees.
And there was this generation.
A very numerous generation.
So numerous, they were named after their numerosity.
And The Numerous had everything they could wish for, materially;
In comparison to everyone else before them, that is.
And this Numerous Generation looked at the blue planet
So pretty and healthy and green
The planet with the good weather, the ecosystems,
And all those necessary bees
They looked and probed and satellite and decided:
Nice little planet you have there.
Shame if something would happen to it…
And they happened to it.
All at once.
All the time.
Everywhere.
Now, The Numerous (and their 2.0s) will tell you:
Everyone uses plastics!
Cars are amazing!
You’re one to talk!
How were we to know?
Why are you making this a thing?
Or they will use words like “ungrateful” and “whiny” and “weak”.
Some (many) do love the blue planet dearly.
And they try, sincerely, to save it
To keep it clean.
But too many of The Numerous (and their 2.0s) couldn’t give two figs
About whether the only home we have still exists
Once they no longer have use of it.
And that is a crying sin shame.
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