Crying For A Fractured World

I look through a fractured looking glass At the broken world all around me. At the wars, the famine war brings and The despair of people fleeing their homes. And I cry. I look through a fractured looking glass At a Polar bear dragging its hind legs behind Him - starving to death as the Artic heats up Licking an old piece of wood waiting to die. And I cry. I look through a fractured looking glass At other sentient beings whose environments Mankind has trashed in the name of progress And also by our colossal carbon footprint. And I cry. I look through a fractured looking glass And through the lenses of others, at my emaciated Fellow man begging on cold damp streets The hungry and the homeless, young and old. And I cry. I look through a fractured looking glass At the premature deaths caused by climate change By crop failures, and for future generations who Will face a bleak future from deadly heat events. And I cry. I put this fractured looking glass down and contemplate On the failures of my generation to make the changes Or even be the change itself to make change happen, And do what is right in the name of humanity. And yes, I cry.