Earth Saga
By Dillon Collins
Endless cement, where's the trees and the grass?
I strain to hear silence as the cars roar past.
I wonder where it's gone, the something we've lost?
Now that nature's is missing we regret the cost.
It hurt us, our greed. We're whipping our dead steeds.
It's to late it's already dead, it just hasn't dropped into our heads.
We failed in our care of the earth,
in this we display our true worth.
How will it end? Why do we still pretend? It's not a secret, everybody knows,
we just ignore it till it obviously shows.
Give it a box, pandora type.
When it opens you won't be able to handle it with a pipe.
I beg you, look around, please find the meaning.
Have you heard that sound? It's the world holding in it's screaming.
Earthquakes like death throws
yet you still go out buying new clothes.
None of us have a 75 year guarantee,
will we be able to pay when death reveals his fee?
I'm begging for you, I'm crying for you,
I'm screaming for you, I'm fighting for you, we're dying for you.
Maybe things would be better If poets ran the world.
Maybe then we could show them how the problems are furled.
Hidden away they stay locked in their thoughts,
in their dreams they hide and rot.
We're fiercely stagnant as we quietly maintain,
think about death? We stoically refrain.
We refuse to face that the world is at the end of a fuse.
Turning away, we choose to stare at our shoes.
We say we don't care, but we fight not to stare,
past the edge of the world, cause it hangs in thin air.
For a people so ambivalent
we sure fight knowing with an iron intent.
I Hate what we're doing but i'm doing it fine.
Enjoying the good times I'm ignoring the signs.
Can't admit we have a problem cause that's a weakness,
and we swear we ain't got 'em.
Promise me you'll think about dying,
if you don't, it's your choice but I'll never stop trying.
I care about you all, I wouldn't want to see you fall.
Two inches from the ground we try to pull of of the stall.
