Critical Mass

The social debt incurred by our world
Had reached critical mass ages ago.

We waited too long and the interest compounded
Now we can’t even afford to pay the first installment

The bill keeps showing up at the house
The balance growing larger

If we paid with our souls, like the fathers did
it’d barely cover the interest
And tomorrow we’d owe the same.

If we took it to the courts
Then the courts would side with sin
If we set it on fire
Maybe the ash could nourish new plains

Otherwise, the cycle resets
After reaping, the land will starve
Though we’d set it on fire
The bill would still come due

We imagine that the debt collector won’t be seen
As long as we never leave our houses

But the door is made of porcelain
And the rest of it, too

From the Author

Couldn’t bring myself to post the regular poem today. I really wanted to skip it. But like many of you I’m sure, I’m tired of being here again seeing the same things again and feeling lost as to what to do.

I really don’t know what to do.

This is a poem about ignoring immense debts.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

One thought on “Critical Mass

  1. Even when we don’t know what to do we gotta keep doing. You got this💗
    Lovely poem…so many people understand this harsh debt that we face. Sometimes it is money other times something much more valuable. Wonderfully written!


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