What Is, What May Be and What Will Be: Eternal Division of Nature and Human

Humanity looks upon itself with a corrupted pride,

It murders all beings on this land with a leisurely stride.

There is a fringe who have seen and felt the shock and pain,

Of the worst kinds of destructive and capitalist strain.

They are those who have no home to return to,

No clear white sky to admire or beautiful stars blue.

They choke on the smoke of the greedy pigs with legs,

Locked into their living death trap of a blue spherical powder-keg.

Should we wander down this path of death and despair,

With no sustenance, hope or harmony to share,

The burning fringe shall be a fringe no more,

Instead encompassing us all to our collective demise forevermore.

But now humanity may look upon itself with renewed dignity,

Joining hands in affinity of Mother Nature’s purity.

For there is another closing door to hope in front of us,

Open only if we do not melt our own key and let it slam shut on us.