Militance is justified with the lives of the innocuous
You the sinner, you the killer, you the recumbent and vacuous
Torment stripping sanity, the subjugation of natural order
The ghosts that you wear, raped from nature’s border
The soil littered with life has been poisoned
The air once breathable has become stale
My screams are useless to these cogs
The oils spill and machines tear on
My eyes yearn for revolution, Earth's elegance stolen
Where a flower once grew, now lies ash and death
No begging will fix this world that I mourn, no words will express this reluctance
I will carry on, my actions hold weight and I won’t let go, I can’t let go
My ongoing questions of hopes and plagues
War cries for change
To see the day that all roam free
Unrestrained from capital chains of greed