Born

Coming into such a place,

Leaving behind not a trace.

Oh how we come and how we go,

Giving progress very slow.

Open the door to time that’s here,

Breaking out and staying clear,

Grow and grow,

Death we fear.

Our existence to destroy and consume,

Pillage the earth for wales perfume.

We sit back with age and watch it fall,

Our tower of sins that scales so tall,

The glee we take with every swallow,

As our home only gets more hollow.

We see bits but not the whole,

And wish for more and more to hold.

Cant we see our selfish grasp?

As earth dies we take naps.

Indifferent to the chains we chose,

Broke her we have, our best, our host,

Ungrateful we were when given the most.

One day our mother will heal from the stars,

Yet always will she remember the scars.

Maybe one day we’ll stop playing our game,

Then we’ll have to deal with the shame.