They treat the planet like a disposable napkin. Used, crumpled, discarded. Concrete devours forests with an insatiable hunger. Every tree cut down is an added bonus to the boardroom. These suits don’t see rivers, they see waste channels. Wildfires ravage continents and those responsible sit untouched in their air-conditioned offices. The warnings are etched into the soil, the oceans, the bones of every living thing, and these parasites laugh. Laughing in polished shoes while ash coats the lungs of all. Civil servants produce apology documents on the factory line. Footnotes stacked to obscure the truth while drinking overpriced coffee from plantations soaked in poison. The media packages the destruction as entertainment. Dead whales covered in plastic get five seconds between stock market updates and celebrity gossip. Heat records break, and they treat it like just another trivia fact. Arctic ice is collapsing and they smile politely and change the subject. The end of the world has become too inconvenient for airtime. Corporations spin lies with the precision of master illusionists. They wrap destruction in green logos and catchy slogans, slap eco-friendly labels on plastic waste produced in overseas factories and leak toxic sludge into rivers that no longer support life. Their sustainability promises are theatre. Buzzwords thrown like glitter in the eyes of anyone who asks too many questions. They pollute by day and pose with saplings by night. And sleep soundly in mansions fueled by the despair of their own making. Ecosystems topple like dominoes. Entire habitats disappear with the efficiency of erasing a spreadsheet. And still they chant growth. Nature is not sacred, it is collateral damage. A footnote in quarterly reports. Conservation budgets are slashed, biodiversity is measured in dollars, oceans are treated like open sewers, coral reefs are reduced to bleached skeletons, rainforests are hacked to pieces for palm oil and cattle ranching, while executives clink glasses and toast the carnage with imported wine. Leaders smile for the cameras with the arrogance of emperors. Planting trees while signing contracts to cut down the rest. Holding climate summits sponsored by oil companies. Drafting treaties in buildings that burn coal while hurricanes reshape coastlines and wildfires darken the sky. Feigned concern layered with empty gestures and symbolic acts so hollow you can hear the echo. None of this is ignorance. It is pure calculation. They measure the cost of destruction. Predict it. Map it. Optimize it. They track the statistics of collapse and call it business. Not because they are stupid. Because they don’t care. This is not mismanagement. It is deliberate sabotage. Global vandalism masquerading as governance. A civilization thrown into ecological freefall not because it has to, but because the powers that be have had enough of restraint. They build pipelines through sacred lands and then wonder why the rivers are brown. They dredge oceans until they belch silt and wonder where the fish went. They authorize drilling in the Arctic as if it were just a wasteland waiting to be cashed in. They treat oil spills as minor inconveniences and forest fires as seasonal chores. Meanwhile, animals flee in all directions or collapse on the spot. Birds fall from the sky in mid-flight. Turtles hatch and march straight to shopping malls. Migration routes disrupted by concrete and chaos. Balance is lost. The cycle is broken. All for profit margins. The planet is groaning under the burden of their arrogance. Weather patterns mutate into horrors. Droughts turn fertile soil into cracked wastelands. Seasons blur into disasters. And the architects of this ruin look at quarterly figures and pat each other on the back. They make laws to protect polluters and punish protectors. Activists are arrested for blocking roads, while they get tax breaks for dumping chemicals. Indigenous defenders of sacred lands are silenced, while executives buy islands to escape the mess they themselves have created. Real change is buried under bureaucracy, while destruction continues unchecked. They know what is coming. And yet they choose the path of destruction. Not out of confusion. Not out of fear. Out of greed and convenience. There is no remorse. No hesitation. No reconsideration. Only profit-driven decay, polished into tasty spin. Each year, another nail in the coffin. Another species gone. Another forest wiped out. Another opportunity traded for short-term gain. This is the landscape of consequences. A world shrinking, cracking, collapsing in slow motion, while the architects of its downfall toast progress. And they will toast until the ground beneath them gives way. Until the sea swallows their homes. Until the air they suffocate becomes their reckoning. And even then, some fool with a briefcase will still call it strategy.
They treat the planet like a disposable napkin. Used, crumpled, discarded. Concrete devours forests with an insatiable hunger. Every tree cut down is an added bonus to the boardroom. These suits don’t see rivers, they see waste channels. Wildfires ravage continents and those responsible sit untouched in their air-conditioned offices. The warnings are etched into the soil, the oceans, the bones of every living thing, and these parasites laugh. Laughing in polished shoes while ash coats the lungs of all. Civil servants produce apology documents on the factory line. Footnotes stacked to obscure the truth while drinking overpriced coffee from plantations soaked in poison. The media packages the destruction as entertainment. Dead whales covered in plastic get five seconds between stock market updates and celebrity gossip. Heat records break, and they treat it like just another trivia fact. Arctic ice is collapsing and they smile politely and change the subject. The end of the world has become too inconvenient for airtime. Corporations spin lies with the precision of master illusionists. They wrap destruction in green logos and catchy slogans, slap eco-friendly labels on plastic waste produced in overseas factories and leak toxic sludge into rivers that no longer support life. Their sustainability promises are theatre. Buzzwords thrown like glitter in the eyes of anyone who asks too many questions. They pollute by day and pose with saplings by night. And sleep soundly in mansions fueled by the despair of their own making. Ecosystems topple like dominoes. Entire habitats disappear with the efficiency of erasing a spreadsheet. And still they chant growth. Nature is not sacred, it is collateral damage. A footnote in quarterly reports. Conservation budgets are slashed, biodiversity is measured in dollars, oceans are treated like open sewers, coral reefs are reduced to bleached skeletons, rainforests are hacked to pieces for palm oil and cattle ranching, while executives clink glasses and toast the carnage with imported wine. Leaders smile for the cameras with the arrogance of emperors. Planting trees while signing contracts to cut down the rest. Holding climate summits sponsored by oil companies. Drafting treaties in buildings that burn coal while hurricanes reshape coastlines and wildfires darken the sky. Feigned concern layered with empty gestures and symbolic acts so hollow you can hear the echo. None of this is ignorance. It is pure calculation. They measure the cost of destruction. Predict it. Map it. Optimize it. They track the statistics of collapse and call it business. Not because they are stupid. Because they don’t care. This is not mismanagement. It is deliberate sabotage. Global vandalism masquerading as governance. A civilization thrown into ecological freefall not because it has to, but because the powers that be have had enough of restraint. They build pipelines through sacred lands and then wonder why the rivers are brown. They dredge oceans until they belch silt and wonder where the fish went. They authorize drilling in the Arctic as if it were just a wasteland waiting to be cashed in. They treat oil spills as minor inconveniences and forest fires as seasonal chores. Meanwhile, animals flee in all directions or collapse on the spot. Birds fall from the sky in mid-flight. Turtles hatch and march straight to shopping malls. Migration routes disrupted by concrete and chaos. Balance is lost. The cycle is broken. All for profit margins. The planet is groaning under the burden of their arrogance. Weather patterns mutate into horrors. Droughts turn fertile soil into cracked wastelands. Seasons blur into disasters. And the architects of this ruin look at quarterly figures and pat each other on the back. They make laws to protect polluters and punish protectors. Activists are arrested for blocking roads, while they get tax breaks for dumping chemicals. Indigenous defenders of sacred lands are silenced, while executives buy islands to escape the mess they themselves have created. Real change is buried under bureaucracy, while destruction continues unchecked. They know what is coming. And yet they choose the path of destruction. Not out of confusion. Not out of fear. Out of greed and convenience. There is no remorse. No hesitation. No reconsideration. Only profit-driven decay, polished into tasty spin. Each year, another nail in the coffin. Another species gone. Another forest wiped out. Another opportunity traded for short-term gain. This is the landscape of consequences. A world shrinking, cracking, collapsing in slow motion, while the architects of its downfall toast progress. And they will toast until the ground beneath them gives way. Until the sea swallows their homes. Until the air they suffocate becomes their reckoning. And even then, some fool with a briefcase will still call it strategy.
