The world gets lost in the darkness of midnight blues
with hints of peach fluorescents to remind us
there is intelligent life. We consider it intelligent,
What if instead it is just greed.
We take over every ounce of land, as if we
were the few and the destined
to consume the beauties this land once offered.
Hills are now inconveniences,
when once they were strengths.
Trees are now tourist attractions,
When once they were necessary to hide.
Water is used as trash cans
and the sky is just the next resource to exploit.
We were once men.
Great, powerful, few.
Now we are scum
harboring land to create our own demise.
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