I long for a life where the wilderness strives
One where unity is the focus of our lives
Living with the trees, instead of cutting them down
No more pollution, in which we all drown.
A wild world with life so lush
No corporations, or a 9 to 5 rush.
I want to feed a moose from out of my hand,
And walk barefoot on pristine sand.
I want to breathe fresh air full of natural scent
Not have a landlord screaming for rent
Unfortunately that dream life is unattainable
Because our society is far from sustainable.
But I don’t want to be found.
I’m in distress….
But I’ve never been happier.
I see a world burning,
But I don’t feel the heat.
I smile and I laugh,
While the planet is in retreat.
There’s a voice that says “do something”
But every time I try, I go in reverse.
I’ve given up and focused on me,
I was fighting against an incurable disease,
That crippled my mind, in a time of need.
Now I don’t care if our species succeeds.
If life is what we make it, why are we in decay?
Is it a sign of our doing; did we go astray?
We talk about the planets rescue, then we argue and fight.
While we’re at our differences, this goal is never in sight.
Our political rules damper the chance, to cure our problems so,
Society doesn’t really help either, when morals are consistently low.
Is there a fix, is there a way, to actually save ourselves?
Or are we destined to be extinct fossils, that are found on another being’s shelf?
Some people say I inspire, but Im just a man.
I see the erroneous world, but I have no plan.
I just speak about the wrongs, but dont know how to fight.
I guess the pen gives people a hope for right.
I wish I had the courage to battle on,
Face my enemies and bring in a new day’s dawn.
But in my mind, I see my death as the only conclusion
Because our worldy powers eliminate all intrusions.
So I say to myself; use the pen to avoid being dead.
Because you cant make change when the sword fells your head.
I just feel like this is an iferior way of crusade.
Against a tyrant world that makes mankind feel betrayed.
Almost everyone I know feels the same in their heart,
But how does one, convince the population to take part?
Give me guidance, take away this pain.
Conquer my enemies, let the evil be slain.
We can’t find happiness, no ones the same.
Our worlds in ruins, it’s a damn shame.
It was once so nice, now it’s dead.
So much killing, our rivers run red.
Speak against them; you’re shot in the head.
So many wars, the lands filled with lead.
We must unite, joined by our love.
Take away divisions, remove the iron glove.
Destroy the thrones, give tyrants a shove.
Hunt for our peace, release our dove.
Give me guidance, show me how.
We must unite, seek peace right now.
Regenerate the land, kill the cash cow.
Equality for all, greed we can’t allow.
Fix this land, educate the masses.
Stop the hatred, end divisions between classes.
Who cares who’s richer, who cares who’s fastest.
If we don’t it’s too late, then the world collapses.
Society feeds on black oil.
The world we knew is coming to boil.
The temperature steadily rises,
As man-kind focuses on the prizes.
Not of enlightenment, equality or protection of life,
The focus is wealth, materialism and a hot wife.
What good are fake rewards?
When it makes a planet of cheap whores.
People seek vengeance, just for the dollar,
In a game of who’s the biggest baller.
Strength for looks, beauty for pride.
When it comes to me, I’d rather have died.
Fake lives, fake morals, fake world.
Into the sun our planet should be hurled.
Fuck this world run by a monetary bill.
Allowing the kings of men to rape and kill.
No justice, no honour, no freedom.
Just because we’re born into their kingdom?
The kingdom of men is a wasted place,
In such a magical, lively space.
Taken for granted in this life of sin,
While rulers argue and bargain.
Paving way to a dead planet of green,
How we run this world is fucking obscene!
In order to live, we must stop death.
Our self hatreds are ending our breath.
We must cease oppression, greed and hate.
These are not issues that we can debate.
The seventh trumpet has made its sound.
If we don’t heed it, we’ll be in the ground.
Ignorance is not a fairly new dance.
But now its time for our last stance.
If we’re blind and ignore this sign,
It will be hell, in which we dine.
I beg you near, I beg you far,
Replenish this earth and heal its scar.
I want the living to not be dead,
Please don’t let ignorance take over your head.