Natures death is our fault

This space

That we call ours

Is dying

Dying like the forests we cut

Like the reservoirs we destroy

 

We’re complain about the end

This global warming

That we created

WE created the end

 

We will end all of nature

All our happiness will leave

And all the pain will return

 

We can stop this

We can stop

But the powers that be

Won’t let us

 

There’s no money to be made in nature

And no happiness to be made in money

Reviews

[fallen.angel.]

Soo truee soo truee
touché

[Searching 4 Serenity]

You f***ing stamped it on the forehead of society with this one. Great job Sherbs!