The stars are fading now
hidden
obscured by smog and light and life
They’re there still, I know
You can’t kill a star.
You can kill everything else, though
and you’re trying
The sea, the sky, the earth
all dying
through your thoughtlessness,
your ignorance, your greed
Through our selfishness,
our inaction, our despair
We can’t see the stars.
The stars tell stories
myths of old
Tales of dragons, brothers, hunters
their stories will soon be lost
hidden in the sky
by our self-centeredness
our arrogance
Yet they will remain
outliving you, me,
our great-grandchildren
We will lose sight of them soon
but they will always be there
After all,
you can’t kill a star.