I pass over these towns so quickly
Examining the beauty they have to offer
So much is happening yet from my vantage point it is at peace
All I see is the expanses of trees surrounding these little towns
The small dots that are the buildings
That smog that hangs over the sunset
And the clouds that gift shade
I sit in this bus running over paved ground
Ground from which was once soil
Soil which was once at peace
Our tendencies as humans are to disrupt peace
We have to be moving
Changing
Rearranging nature to fit our expectations
Molding nations to fit our ideals
Genetically modifying our fruits so they are easier to peel
We can never be satisfied
This isn’t some new thought
Or a break through in how many view society
It’s something we have come to expect
It’s for convenience
We all love the beautiful mountains that reach for the sky
The very symbols of dreams and challenges
Yet we have no problem gutting them for a road
A road to turn a resting giant into a hollow machine
A machine created by a machine
It seems we are more robotic than those cars we drive
We take what is alive and exploit it until it fits our needs
Our needs
Greed
It poisons men’s souls
Who in turn poison all that they touch
With the stroke of a hand a man can destroy acres of land
With the pull of a lever a man can erase a village
In this current society it’s hard to tell who’s the villain.
