A ‘let-it-slide’ exception shall bring us redemption

Earth of such bounty & beauty
we reduced it to mere booty

Don’t we fake most everything
traipsing on the brink of collapse
while fantasy worshiping
subjects us to bizarre relapse?

Out of touch with Life’s essence
we hasten Earth’s senescence

We’re wringing out our own life
while striving to be ‘safe’
in blind, self-entitled strife
neglecting the poor waif

We may find redemption
if we own up and then cease
No-let-slide exemption
fills a turmoiled heart with peace

If life entails morality
how serves us then banality?