How Souls Break When Humans Invade
The windows are tainted. They send in the light to be brown, instead of the pure sunlight colour. Brown. A colour gravely associated with Mother Earth. As the rays hit me in my sunglasses covered eyes, I see before me land over land covered in green. It's wheat. And before the wheat turns brown, the land has started to. But all I see is thin line of it. And that is enough to break my heart in pieces, to tell me what's going on.
The humans have invaded.
Humans, more like aliens. Alienating themselves from their own world. Running after wealth. What could make you feel more rich than inhaling pure air or run around in acid free rain, playing in the mud knowing nothing can go wrong? But no. Humans want to live in gypsum crafted buildings and decorating their lamp tables with synthetic plastic flowers.
As the bus moves on, I can't help but feel sad. I love nature. I have grown playing in between squirrels, sparrows and butterflies. They're my friends. And as my race gets a home, my friends lose theirs. They've run away. Scared. Far away from this cruel, plastic world. And what am I left with? Just to live this intoxicated, fake life. Plastic is good, as long as it's involvement in my life is limited. Public transport over personal cars or using bikes and recycle. That's the way to survive; not leg pulling or back stabbing.
We all have become a part of it; knowingly or unknowingly. If we're not kind to Mother Earth, surely it won't be too. After all, karma's a bitch and it always comes back to bite you in the ass. Seems like we're forgetting that...
So let's raise our plastic glass and drink to the victory of mankind!
The humans have invaded.
Humans, more like aliens. Alienating themselves from their own world. Running after wealth. What could make you feel more rich than inhaling pure air or run around in acid free rain, playing in the mud knowing nothing can go wrong? But no. Humans want to live in gypsum crafted buildings and decorating their lamp tables with synthetic plastic flowers.
As the bus moves on, I can't help but feel sad. I love nature. I have grown playing in between squirrels, sparrows and butterflies. They're my friends. And as my race gets a home, my friends lose theirs. They've run away. Scared. Far away from this cruel, plastic world. And what am I left with? Just to live this intoxicated, fake life. Plastic is good, as long as it's involvement in my life is limited. Public transport over personal cars or using bikes and recycle. That's the way to survive; not leg pulling or back stabbing.
We all have become a part of it; knowingly or unknowingly. If we're not kind to Mother Earth, surely it won't be too. After all, karma's a bitch and it always comes back to bite you in the ass. Seems like we're forgetting that...
So let's raise our plastic glass and drink to the victory of mankind!
