Return to sleep poor
Deluded dears, the world
Is still dead and the Oceans
Are naught but our tears.

The jungles are gone,
No more open grassy greens,
Instead we have concrete
And what truly seems
To be Hell.

We pave over
Soil, cut down the trees,
Build on dry river beds
And ship animals overseas.

What madness is this,
That demands we be so foolish?
Now we are reaping the rewards,
And I have to say, it seems very ghoulish.

We’ve been here for mere minutes,
Time has no meaning,
We’ve damaged the Earth badly,
Can’t you hear her screaming?

How can we call ourselves Human
When we keep being so inhumane?
How can we keep on dreaming
Though the world is crying out in pain?


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