A World Without Bees

Intoxicating chemicals burn my lungs, thick, ugly smoke pours into the sky.

Forever transforming the deep, cyan colour to charcoal, ashen grey.

The trees fall down, bow down to their enslavers.

We were forced to flee the only place we’ve ever known,

The place that we call home.

I feel my heart shatter, like glass breaking into a million pieces.

I watch my parents and siblings suffer unbearable pain.

Too many days where I watch them fall, the grief feels like a burden on my shoulders,

I carry it on every single day.

I see our mother suffocating, desperately grasping for help.

Every withered tree is a broken bone, every wilted plant is an everlasting scar.

Humanity suffers, but they caused the suffering.

Why? For dollar bills that are so valuable to them that they would sacrifice the only world we have.

Unfair? I say karma. Heartbreaking? I say revenge.

As I land on the petals, I know this is my last day.

To future generations, I’m sorry,

I’m sorry you won’t experience the once-beautiful world, instead you’re forced to live through the chaos they created.

I hope they come to their senses and mend the damage that’s been done.

No promises, but hope.

Thud.