Breathe

You left me to die
Afraid, alone.
If I could speak I would cry–
If I had a voice, I would groan
Yet all you see in me
Is shrouded by greed.

You don’t see life,
Though your eyes are green
You think not of my contribution
My input, your evolution.
All you see is money.
Pathetic.

You harvest my core.
You strip me of clothes.
You use my blood
And you use my bones–
Printing on tiny sheets of paper
It’s more important than what happens later.

Cut me, shred me, abuse.
Pain; I can’t feel it,
That’s your excuse,
For the crimes you commit
Against me and my family...
And your own.

My life means far less
Than the chain on your chest.
Self-worth and arrogance
Hard to resist;
against wealth and humanity.
You side with the enemy.

You name, you blame,
You shame, you frame
You’ll never accept it
And you’ll never admit
Your actions have consequences

Every breath you take
Is of my making
Every pace that you stride
I’m there, by your side.
When you cut me down,
You’ll stand alone.

Though now you won’t realise,
You will soon,
That if I die, you will too.
If I live, you may pull through;
If you lend me your hand,
I’ll carry you.

You can be redeemed.
Forgiven.
You need only to right
The wrongs of your plight;
To change the future
And live.

It’s not too late
There may still be a chance
To wake up to yourselves
Break out of this trance
Open your eyes...
And breathe.