Mushrooms grow from trees
Birds sing by flying bees
Flowers wander in the breeze
There is something serene
About this war zone scene
Everything is struggling
Pulling and tugging
And yet it's so quiet
Peaceful and rested
Meanwhile a man is getting arrested
Toxic products tested
Factories scream
And great silver plastic beasts
Prowling the streets
All raise a war cry
Humans eyes hide tears
Hide fears
Hidden from peers
This is a war zone too
But there is something wasteful
Something toxic
Something wrong
In the way this battle is fought without any love