This green Creed

This creed felt by all.

The paper that is green.

Those trees that die.

To fill our endless pockets.

Filling the heart with black smoke.

Calling it as it is.

Being materialistic.

The optical illusions of this reality.

Are we truly lost to this creed.

To be dishonest with ourselves.

From the start, clean minds, pure hearts.

Now standing with cloudy minds, Dirty hands.

Painted only by our need to have more.

Is it truly what we need.Is it truly the way to be.

To be materialistic.

To hold such a grip on us.

To be blinded.

To judge others without.

To lose are grip on the finer things before us.

 

The paper that is green.

The trees that die to hold such a creed.

Asking if it is worth it, never a question in the mind.

As time fades, So does this so called paper.

Looking back at all the destruction.

Caused by this creed for this meaningless green paper.

It hold such power over us.

Poisoning our minds.

Plaguing our hearts.

Killing our soul.

 

This creed.

This green paper.

Meaningless.

Soulless.

Cold and bitter.

Think of the trees that die.

The ground that is affected.

The air that is poisoned.

The animals we lose.

The pure beauty of nature that is gone.

Just for this meaningless green paper the fuels are desires to make and create meaningless objects to pursue the need to have more.