A funeral screamed in Fire

I won’t write this like a writer.
I’m not here to soothe your soul.
I’m not here to inspire you.
I’m here to fucking BURN through your comfort and make you feel the weight of what you’ve done.

Because you killed her.

Yes — you.

You killed the Earth.
Your own mother.
The one who gave you everything —
and you repaid her with poison, plastic, and profit.

She gave you breath.
You filled her lungs with smoke.
She gave you rivers.
You pissed chemicals into her veins.
She gave you soil.
You carved concrete tombstones into her body.

And now?
Now you walk around like you’re civilized —
scrolling, shopping, numbing your senses,
wearing your fucking fake smiles while she gasps for air.

You want to talk about “sustainability” now?
You want to use metal straws and think it undoes the centuries of rape, extraction, and apathy?