Fake Empath

You're a fake empath With no deeper understanding than eels in the grass Leaving one home for another Soon, the factories will breathe their last sigh. And we'll all wonder why - why - why we didn't act sooner. Why didn't we - we surrender fossil fuels earlier? Why we didn't turn to wind power before Why we didn't invent solar panels quicker And avoid this shared disaster, this calamity. Beasts of burden have carried their loads far too long They envy eels, snakes in the grass But not you, me or this one, to sum it up Those bankers, devils, demons on their arse Betting on black takes the house Our uncertainty now is palpable, tears are running indelibly faster, deeper and darker We're all on the edge of a precipice, the eve of some shared common catastrophe. Hearts are beating sardonically slower, heavier- Filled with endless needless regret Dismayed the seas; are poisoned Oxygen levels have fallen below what they should be Evangelists sing, sing, sing like the waves of the sea As Death, Death washes over me, eyes bulging red Lungs choking, what can it be? It greets us like the tailing-off bottom of a kite tail Oh, at the curtains close, let's show remorse. Take a bow and show some shame It was never all about you The guilt was all yours anyhow, anyway Repentance might be for slivering electric eels Homeless on their last golden mile But I curse their cup was ever full That it ever touched my lips That it turned any or all These innocent creatures into pyres of ash and dust?