The obnoxious wind whispers,

“There is no civility in liberation.”

Oppression is not of human nature,

But of human creation

The ache for passion, the lust for change

A lush forest, serene after the rain.

But the man in the sky needs your money

And the wars are lacking funds

Smothered by fresh air, life is at your throat.

Hominid ruthlessness

Debt and despair

Depletion

Extinction

The free conform

Wild mocks civilization

Brisk air, the branches dance

Vines climb walls like silent snakes

A cold hiss,

“Everything you know is wrong.”