this is our humanity
our lifeless known society
on money, we feed
our lungs filled with greed
the sky smog gray
streetlights can't light a way

mother earth dies
cleaning up the messy ties
somewhere out in the woods
swallowing rotten mundane corpses
in both sea and land
with the use of soil and sand

we are, within,
depending on a layer so thin
knowing it's condition
forcing cures and fixes to happen
in ways so simple
it wouldn't repair in any angle

there is nothing to do but complain
for you cannot merely fix what has already been broken