an environment uniquely suited for the human race.
Instead of being grateful,
we, like a bully, push and push
until the earth, left drained and empty, gives in.
We continue, knowing we are wrong
but too greedy and lazy to do what's right.
We think of murderers as monstrous and want them punished,
but should every one of us be put to death
for that one time we thought it was okay
to throw that piece of trash on the ground?
We are lost to something that is right in front of our faces.
We are murderers of the earth.
--poem by Mike
