The break room Nazi's run around
turning off the dripping taps and turned on lights
While in all the other rooms and grounds
sprinklers dripping water and everything's so bright
The erstwhile logic, saving a dying ant
tiny and minuscule, void of better thoughts
As in cities and towns, it's not insignificant
children dying, hungry and for naught
Everything is precious and everything is rare
everything a snowflake or a single grain of sand
Unique to every venue as nothing can compare
saving every single creature and each and every man
Reality a nightmare to conservation's contrived
doing what we can saving because we care
As down to the last, not everyone survives
yes, yes, I know, life's never ever fair
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
The break room Nazi's run around
turning off the dripping taps and turned on lights
While in all the other rooms and grounds
sprinklers dripping water and everything's so bright
The erstwhile logic, saving a dying ant
tiny and minuscule, void of better thoughts
As in cities and towns, it's not insignificant
children dying, hungry and for naught
Everything is precious and everything is rare
everything a snowflake or a single grain of sand
Unique to every venue as nothing can compare
saving every single creature and each and every man
Reality a nightmare to conservation's contrived
doing what we can saving because we care
As down to the last, not everyone survives
yes, yes, I know, life's never ever fair
(Totally reworded P.o.S. from another life :D)
Sometimes nature chooses what has to go, and she uses the best tool to do that, man usually fits the bill, shrug. D:
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