Drill, Drill, Drill is all that you hear. Turn on any television an it echoes like a broken recording. More, more , more is what they cry. As sharp needles pierce the surface of the earth, drawing out it's life's blood in the name of society. No matter what stands in the way, it can be removed. Mountains are torn down, forest are leveled and families displaced all in the pursuit of more. When all that is needed can be made in a factory, there is no need to tear up the surface of the earth. Trees need not be cut down and holes need not be pierced in the ground. Plants that we can grow and sun that shines can give us more than our share. Until we stop and listen to what the earth has to say, we will continue to let it bleed to satisfy our materialist needs.