Disparity Among the Masses

Every single day it survives this game,

The unappreciated wonder is all the same,

Centuries can pass and the environment deteriorates again;

Dry and bleak as can be

The trees and bees are dying out with ease

The predators and designers are yet to be appeased

For the sake of a few

Who will never like nature’s way

Trends pile up in broken lands

To eventually end up in another man’s hands

A man who was destined for this broken waste

By the few who will never like nature’s way

Scorching earth and drowning ground

Scraps and mega machines are found all around

Supplying shinies and metal and ores

To try their best, provide for the very few

Air and smoke and smog and breeze

Cause all the people around to sneeze

Where grasses pass and trash relax

Create the rapid products for...the few.