I sit here, questioning what made us
I sit here, wondering what would want to make us
The world, covered in dust and painted concrete grey
We rush to our job to make ends meet
The world around us built to the skies
Advertisements lace the cities
The urban jungle snatches the lives of the young and hopeful
The wildlife adapts to unnatural landscapes but, doesn’t change its natural ways.
We pillage others like us in the excuse for oil, which kills our farms and kills the natural order.
You would put a man in jail for digging up someone, but if the ground made us into oil, you’d not think twice about it.
Greed runs the cities; greed is hoping to gain more at the expense of mental health, and nature.
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