We Were the Virus. So We Reset the World.

We Were the Plague
No crash. No war. No enemy to fight.
We faced the mirror in the dead of night.
The truth was us, a virus, cold and real.
We scarred the Earth, too broken to heal.
No catchy phrase, no chant to shrug away.
We ate the world and called it brighter days.
Forests fell, rivers gagged, skies burned red.
Progress, we swore, while the planet bled.
Too late for votes, for patches, for a cure.
The wounds too deep, the damage too sure.
So we pressed reset, not to caves, not to dust,
But to rhythms older, to a world we trust.
1. The Collapse Was No Shock
The signs were loud, but we turned blind.
Bees went mute, their hum resigned.
We paved the marshes, choked the streams,
Built steel towers to cage our dreams.
Traded rivers for screens that hum and glow,
Then asked why Earth refused to grow.
Our growth was rot, a spreading sore,
Consuming all, then craving more.
Enough, mother whispered, low and clear.
We heard it then. We felt the fear.
3. We Owned the Fall
Not just the greedy, not just the throne
The fault was ours, carved deep in bone.
We craved the rush, the shiny, the new,
While skies turned black and poisons grew.
We measured wealth in coins, not breath,
Success in speed, not life, not death.
When rivers browned and fires roared free,
We saw our hands, stained red as sea.
No one to blame. No one to curse.
We built the world that made it worse.
4. We Chose the Reset
No savior came, no miracle to plead.
We stopped the gears that made Earth bleed.
We killed the hum of factory din,
Let silence bloom where noise had been.
We broke the towers, let vines entwine,
Gave steel to rust, gave soil to time.
Not retreat, but a vow to mend,
To walk with Earth, not force its end.
We learned its pulse, its seasons’ song,
And found the place where we belong.
5. We Live Small Now
No gods, no kings, no thrones to claim.
We plant by hand, we speak the rain.
Our children name the oak, the sparrow’s call,
Before they trace the letters scrawled.
We carry water, feel the dirt,
Measure days by what we’ve hurt.
The stars burn bright, the winds now sing,
The world’s alive, it’s everything.
6. Guardians, Yet Frail
We tend the land, we guard its bloom,
But shadows linger in the gloom.
The virus waits, a spark inside,
A hunger old, not satisfied.
We teach our young to sow, to care,
To tread with reverence, light as air.
No fairy tale, no victory won
Just fragile hope, and work begun.
The beast still stirs, it knows the way.
We guard the Earth. We watch. We pray.