All you see is the green lining your pockets
Ignorant of how hollow your satisfaction truly is
Unaware of the starving children
Blind to the crippling poverty
Deaf to the cries of our dying
The red that stains the dirt

You never stop to think you are mortal
Someday oblivion will grasp your soul and extinguish you in the blink
Of
An
Eye
And your contribution to- what?
Future generations?
The economy?
This Earth?
You've done nothing but taught children *******
Stolen money from the poor
Poisoned the ground beneath your feet
The water that you drink

You are not above the dirt
The homeless
The dying

We're all equal when we're
DEAD.
As you **** this Earth, you **** yourself
The shining coins and crisp clean money cloud your vision,
Hide the red

This
Blood
Is
On
Your
Hands.

You do not stop to think that beyond the green
There could be something else
Worth
Saving

Instead of clinking coins and crinkling paper
The children have stopped laughing,
Blood across the dusty soil
The oceans have stopped bustling,
Bleached, desolate, void of life
The forests have stopped singing,
Green is a thing of the past

WE
ARE
DYING

You have contributed
In this race against time;
But not on the winning side
All you see is green, when the reality
Is that
The green is soaked in red
The Earth is dying
And perhaps you realize, too late, your mistake
You were warned.
You had your chance.
This blood is on your hands.

Can you live with that?