Should The Sky Be Always Blue?

What Is the meaning

Of goals? Of plans?

People who're ahead

Most are shams.

It's constant competition

Just a fight to the top

It's survival of the fittest,

But we all must drop.

Our lives will soon reach their end

Made of dust, just to return.

What's the point?

To love and to learn?

The answer comes

With the realization

That we can break free

Of this pointless rotation.

Extend our purpose

For the greatest good

For the good of mankind

For the Earth if we could.

Some save the trees,

Some save the birds or bees,

But some say it's over

Lakes of blood turned to seas.

Everywhere you look

There is someone who suffers

Of murder, of hunger,

A child without a mother.

Everyone is alone

On this quest to survive.

Capitalism has arisen

For power we all strive.

We no longer see the hurt

In a child's helpless eyes.

We look up and see blue,

They see grey and dreary skies.

In a world where no one cares

It's better to be rich,

But the world is everyone's

We all must have a niche.

Yet we push them to the bottom

And advocate equality

Utterly, completey blind