Where’s the blessing?

As things keep going from bad to worse, 

We have to keep asking this question to survive: 

Where is the blessing in this curse, 

And how can we bring it to life?

Uninhabited

Uninhabited, like the chest 

Of a heartless leader; 

Encroached upon by surrounding vegetation, 

Which expands to break apart the structure 

Others worked so hard to build 

 And still the sky glows blue 

As if this devastation Isn’t happening, 

Matters not, 

Shouldn’t disturb us; 

Pay no attention to what’s ending 

Right before our eyes.