So many lights
So many buildings
Very little trees and grass
So much pollution
Nothing is being done
To save us all
And sooner than later
We’re dead
Because we miss treated this beautiful planet
That gives us life
And for that
We **** it
And all other life in it
Like it’s a hobby
Like it’s fun
Like we’re in charge
NO
We aren’t
And I’m sorry future generations
For what we have done
We’ve slowly killed ourselves
With phones televisions
Drugs
I’ve learned this first hand
For I am having consequences
For what other people have done
For what people my age have done
For what other generations before me
Have done
And so I’m truly, from the bottom of my heart, sorry
And I need to make a difference so for anyone who sees this
Please help
Even if it’s picking up trash
Please do it
And save humanity

People keep killing one another over religion
So we analyze the apocryphal texts
For differences that could explain the turmoil
And **** one another over the answers we find

There are those that love and those that lust,
Those that stay calm and those that combust,
Those that hate change and those that adjust,
Those that spread charm and those that disgust,
Those that can resist and those that rust,
Those that trek on and those that bite dust,
Those that doubt and those that can entrust,
Those kept quiet and those that discuss,
Those kept weak and those that are robust,
Those with a vocab and those who cuss,
Those off course and those who readjust,
Those of the bold and those that just blush,
Those who rest and those who make a fuss,
Those who speak soft and those who are shushed,
Those not denied and those who are crushed,
Those that don't care and those that ask, "What?".