…The World is Sick, We are Sick…
The world burns, the world boils, the world fades away.
The end is near, no road back, no waking from this sleep.
Breath runs thin, strength slips from its grasp.
The world stands rigid, yet it is breaking.
So it erupts, striking out, revealing its disease.
Releasing poisons, despair across every land.
Colder than cold, wetter than rain, drier than drought,
Hot, boiling, cursed, sending the pain back to us.
Crisis of the world, crisis of life,
Wounds and sorrow, stifled sobs.
Hurting, destroying, tears welling up,
The world transforms into something unrecognizable.
The world hurts us, in grief and rage,
Because we have hurt it in every place.
It weakens us until no strength remains,
Because we have stolen, shifted, and torn it apart.
We have wounded and broken nature,
Driving it to ruin, pushing it to the edge of death.
Chasing victory after victory without count,
Until we too collapse in defeat.
The world strikes back, revealing its illness,
Letting loose the poison that kills hope.
We have poisoned it with our hate,
So it surrounds us, cages us, buries us deep.
The world burns, the world boils, the world fades away.
Blame ourselves, not others.
The sickness of the world waits for healing,
We must return what we’ve taken, not take in revenge.
The world is sick, we are sick,
Today the truth is clear, impossible to deny.
Stop the harm, stop the destruction, begin to restore.
The world wakes, we wake, for our shared home.
Stop the harm, stop the destruction, begin to restore.
The world and we, hand in hand, for our shared home.
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Nai Tiwa
August 2025
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