We burn you to the ground,
Slaughter all the things you’ve tried to abound.
With a blind eye we murder the things we’ve found –
Everyone sees it all around.
Injustice fills this air.
Oh, I can feel its pollution in my hair –
Seems it will always be unfair
The way we treat this earth here.
Nature is a gift.
It is a space between the rift.
So why do we just drift
From everything we could fix and shift?
Tell me you’ve seen this.
What happened to earth’s bliss?
Can you see through this dreary mist?
Can you see we can change everything that’s amiss?