The sun rises without its warmth,
the earth as cold as the people have grown to be.
Why did you not join hands in the dirt and plant the seeds of our future?
Mother nature poisoned by human nature.
It’s now 2123
Islands have sunk into the deep blue
West Indian people are very few,
Left with a fading memory,
 of the taste of a mango,
 or the smell of the Caribbean Sea.
Now we live virtually, through projections of what once was.
One hundred years of living luxuriously, leaving little
for the little ones.
Daughters and sons,
today, born under a setting sun simulation.
Contained in pods, restriction.
The air is no longer breathable and the earth no longer fertile
Animals, now only a fable, restoration efforts futile.
All this caused by greed as green as the grass should’ve been.
Corporations tore the earth apart, their personal bin.
If I was alive in 2023, I would’ve done more.
And maybe, just maybe
There would still be a heartbeat at the earth’s core.


Why did you not do more?




Darrion M. Narine