What have we done?
We plucked the apple from its place.
Its vivid reds begin to turn.
Should we have left it where it hung?
Fruits in sacks for profits sake.
From something more we've made a game.
Though in futility have never won.
Instead of enjoying we make it a race,
while covering her pure skin in lace.
Our forest fell and now burn.
The smoke is agitating my lungs.
Cities pollute our pristine lakes.
The ignorance of a few is now far flung.
Pray to christ for we are lame.
Yet you I will not blame
before myself because I've acquiesced.
No longer! Run with me,
and we'll correct our past mistakes.
Ridding ourselves of pestilence
togeather lets build a future beyond all imagining.