Mother nature,
Creator of beauty.
Destructive mortals
Beasts of the city.
An equal share
Of good and bad,
Only a past
That used to be.
A present dilemma
A crux for all,
Piling the burden
On sinless souls.
Creatures of the wild
Never the harmful brute,
Unlike the beastly mortals
Who aim aimlessly
And shoot.
Daunting innocent fauna
Depriving them of flora.
That's not all
Us barbarians do,
Pulling apart kin
And slaying them too,
For the avarice
Of paper and its power.
Embracing beauty
Is what we miss,
Falling into a dark abyss.
Why can't we see?
The future will hold
None of this.
None of this to give us power,
Carcasses over which we'll hover.
Nothing left to destroy,
No more dark joy.
Vandals like us
We want to live,
Living in peace
Is what we desire.
Little do we notice
The world is our empire,
And us its unjust rulers.
Amongst ourselves
We spark two fights,
One for humanity
And one for pride.
Of bloodshed and peace
A puzzling paradox,
Never seeming to cease.
Tranquility
Or no harmony?
This is not equality.
I foresee a future dry,
As we utter
Lie after lie,
Making the world
Increasingly bitter.
Since truth alone triumphs
In the end we all succumb,
To pain and desperate cries.
The darkness within the mortals
Reflecting in her eyes.