In a world obsessed with “Me, me, me.”
is there any way we can break free?
I look around, I see the crowd;
the shout of “Me” is ever loud.
“Nothing matters but my health,
not one thing matters but my wealth.”
“The world around dies on it’s knees;
we hide in wealth, while death it frees.
There is no future lest we learn
the future’s not in what we burn.
The future is in Mother Earth;
the only thing that has true worth.
She gave us tools to learn the way
but we reject them to this day.
As Gaia flounders ‘neath our tread,
we must accept, we’re nearly dead.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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