Hypocrite

A cup of coffee,
A window sill,
A cat purring on my lap,
And a wind so loud it breaks my heart piece by piece.

The wind has come down on the entire world
With its horror and its ravaging madness.
It is angry. 
It is frightened.
It has been ignored for so long
It's now fueled with vengeance.

My cup of coffee is spilling drop by drop,
The window is shaking out of its core,
And the cat shrieks, afraid.
The wind has come down on us like fire,
And even a mighty fire can't save us now. 

I remember more innocent times,
When coffee was hot enough,
And windows stayed in place,
And cats slept all day.

I remember when the wind didn't bother us so much,
When it was building its resentment,
Because we didn't understand it.
We didn't understand her.
Did we ever try to? 

And while we blame the non believers -
It was US who saw the wind,
And let it boil.
It was US who used our plastic,
And tossed it out.
It was US who didn't want to change,
And who are now changed for good.

How will this story of a trillion pieces end? 
Or is it only its beginning? 
The beginning of detention,
When we all become better beings and better humans,
And habits are suddenly gone,
With their cattle,
And their pain.
When we all live happily ever after
Like fairytales that don't exist.

How will this story end?
I wonder. 
I wonder as I drink my cup of coffee
in nothing else but a to-go cup.

​Hypocrite.