Wrapped in my anger and hidden in pain,
my heart beats in silence, with blinding distain,
for the lack of compassion we show for mankind,
and our thrashing of earth, what we’re leaving behind.

As we selfishly use and neglect to replace,
and cull certain races like they're human waste,
in our selfish pursuit of more riches and power,
as we leave life on earth and our future here dour.

Our waters like sewage, our oceans are dying,
it’s past time for talking and time to start working,
for something apart from just serving up words,
and find a solution that works for the world.

So, gone are the days when I’ve held it inside,
and have damaged myself and my health while I hide.
From the ugliness, cruelty, the human neglect,
and the way that we misuse and all that we’ve wrecked.

For now I believe I must write how I think,
to be true to myself and the world on the brink.
To paint with my words or in stark artwork plea,
that will open the eyes of those willing to see.

For what I have learned in my time on our earth,
our world will always be at war with itself,
unless we all learn to respect one another;
treat neighbors like brothers and earth like our mother.