A KFC Plastic Cup

Walking down the street I hear a crack and a crunch.
Plastic, of course.
I look back and it's a bike that has run over
A KFC plastic cup.
Then I look up
To glance at a tree for good luck.
Funnily enough, the tree is kindly decorated
With swaying bags in the wind,
Like streamers at a party
For the grand celebration of our success.
They're made of plastic, of course.

I walk with frustration now,
My head hanging down.
It's a sorrowful time,
A fearful one.
Who knows how many moments we have left.
I guess I won't have children.
I guess it might all end soon.
As if I needed anything else to take away my motivation
Because what is it all for now?
What was it all for?
Was it worth it?
That beef burger you bought at the store?
Or that little bit longer it would have taken for you to put the plastic in the recycling
Or not buy plastic at all?
And was it worth it for the corporations
To make all this money and make nice things
That we want but don't need
Because life's such a bore
We need MORE MORE MORE.

But what is it all for?
If I won't get to hold my baby in my arms
And take her to her first day of school
And feel a love so strong I could only imagine
Because I'm not sure if there's a future here for her
And the future I imagined when I was a little girl
Shattered with the years of destruction.
It was a hot summer this year, how nice for us
But it was laced with fear
A bittersweet taste of the damage we've done.

I guess I won't have children.
I guess it might all end soon.

You might say I'm being dramatic,
But the evidence is right before us.
The bees are endangered.
The icecaps are melting.
The coral reef is dying.
The ocean is filled with litter.
Sea levels are rising.
And yet still some deny it,
And it's the denial that feeds it
What was it all for?
Was it worth it?