On Racing Toward Catastrophe

I saw them today,

racing up a hill,

towards catastrophe.

Like a group of lemmings,

in a Disney, documentary,

or a caboose faithfully,

following, it engine,

off a collapsed bridge.

I am unable to turn back,

this sea of humanity

Their are cars, boats,

and truck's returning,

from a victorious, 

weekend.

Someone at the top,

just beyond the summit,

is a having the worst day,

of their life.

The RV returning from,

an adventure, is now aflame, 

and I find, I am unable,

to reverse this sea,

of humanity.