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Greed


Life in its simplest form We destroy it to keep us safe and warm Killing off what helped us survive But the supplies have now taken a dive What’s new, you say? It’s just some tree-huggers trying to get their way But no, it’s not, this is our world And it’s our problem that unfurled What now? Cut back Give nature some slack! We’re giving it a heart attack And soon nothing will be left but black. Don’t you want your children to witness this? This is the wilderness! Beauty, all around, Destroyed, harvested, downed There’s but one thing to do We might suffer, but we have to We have to rally the people So we can finally give nature a chance to be equal We’re getting rid of our very life force And hurting ourselves, but we will alter our course This isn’t the end, and I’m not letting go. Fight with me now, or the future will never know…
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