Extraction

We devour everything

Not knowing how to stop

extracted everything

Green to brown

fucking the depleted earth

Our collective greed.

 

Some of us feel guilt

I’d like to believe I’m innocent

But really?

 

Mounds of mud

Battered wastelands

Will tomorrow come

To fill my hands

 

We create untruths

Lies of indignation

We go forth and extract

Exploiting land of poorer nations

Some of us feel guilt

I’d like to believe I’m innocent

But really?

 

Fill my wallet

It feels empty

Our world is no more real

than worlds before us