Birds fly peacefully overhead,
'How can this be?'
You ask in your head,
'When we have done so,
So much to her?'
The breeze is gentle,
The grass soft below,
Unlike what you drag in tow,
Oh, what a pity,
You go along anyway,
Ripping it up,
Destruction unfolds,
Nothing left to hold,
For you took it all away,
Stripped the land of all it is,
The apocalypse that is this race,
These creatures of horror,
The human race.

- Jay M
January 23rd, 2019