The fence

I'm on the fence between sadness and anger.

Sad at what we have lost. Who we have lost.

Mad about what they have taken from us.

What we handed over without a fight.

In exchange for convenience.

For apparent access. And profit.

We settled for less. Again.

And seeing it manifest makes me mad.

I had hope.

I believed in the spirit of man, mankind.

It wasn't always like that.

I would have destroyed everything back in the day.

Burned it.

Ruined what I could.

Convinced it was deserved.

Certain that the locusts had earned their feast.

We have been poor stewards.

Of our environment, and our relationships.

Always seeking advantage, regardless of the cost.

To those who will come after.

Whoever will be here when the rent comes due.

Fuck you. I got mine.

And for many, getting theirs is all that matters.