Snow of Distress

Breathing is needed
Stoping is allowed
What do we prioritise when both are allowed?
Hope is struggling
While humanity is swimming in vanity
Everything is moving away from hospitality
Everyone is concerned about his pleasure
Banishing, trampling the other desires
Love is losing
Selfishness is unleashed
Hope remains very little
And the apocalypse unfolds in chains
Who tells me that there will be leftover?
And who dares to tell me that it is scaring?