Corruption Puzzlement

From where does such come?

Paths of growth,
molecule by molecule,
osmosis bringing some,
birth bringing many.

All perform their purpose…

An effort to maintain balance
through leaf,
berry,
the evolved creature,
man.

Yet unknown to most…

Forces concealed
by nature,
by technology,
by deceit,
tempt the dangerous walk
upon ice too thin to trust.

Nature warns us…

As unregulated social media technology but implores us,
all while gluttony takes aim,
circumventing any and all boundaries.

Like a flame unquenched,
envy and desire ignores climate change’s temperature
amidst one’s unbridled drive.

Sad…

Once man’s consciousness of love's caress,
now but flounders in duplicitous habit:
if I can't have it,
you can't either.

What’s happening?

Grown up children trapped
by fantasy-imbued populous expectations:
clothes,
nips,
tucks,
lifts,
implants,
botoxification,
and lest we forget,
Platinum cards.

Yet distinct from unlimited plastic,
or yellow-reds and blues in a bottle,
the attendant poisonous infliction on one's mind
remains an open wound of ignorance,

where malice hides,
waits,
gently revs its engine,
then creeps,
until…

While sentience sleeps
and vulnerability lies naked,
corruption leaps.

And yet...

Some of us choose to believe—
as long as breath remains in abundance—

to think,
to do something beyond this acid veneer,
something akin to the beginning,
when life was Nature's innocent gift,
when a baby's need was to grow with rejoicing,
not regret.