Climate Change?

Inside this castle of white noise, 

None of us feel the evident doom. 

Eyes are deceived by pretty toys, 

Fast asleep in a filtered room. 

Far from the dangerous gas by the pier, 

And microbeads are falling through plastic rain. 

Behind disrupted ecosystems, we hide here, 

Laid back, still calling ourselves humane, 

Even delusion knows this is an evolution in vain.