Why? I ask in might!
Are these fauna & trees in sight?
Aren`t they free to be destroyed or hunted down?
To create space for the cement & spires,our jewel,our crown?
I am sure I am in a mad dream of past.
Who now has time to ponder that waste is aghast!
I hate the dew from heaven because it is so pure,
When we already have humanity and love to endure.
Why? I ask with right!
Are these houses not dark,full of light?
Power befits only few who can weild,
Stacking and stepping over those who burn and build.
I don`t know why the clamor for some godly spirit to come?
Gashes in earth and clashes in wars are so fun.
I hate the dew from heaven when it pours!
To all that is green and pure,in hatred my heart roars!