A Willowed Rose

The World

This world
Full of greed and lust
Gimmie gimmie gimmie
And it's never enough
Mother nature
Drowning
Bound at her feet
No long able to fly
To be free
Enslaved by society
Broken world
Glued together by hatred and anxiety
The gods can't take it anymore
They're losing hope in humanity
Trying to retain faith
But what is there in to believe
The worlds no longer vibrant
No longer filled with love
One day they'll be no more trees
What then
We lose our sanity ?
Start killing everyone
Just for fun ?
Killing animals
When we were supposed to be one
Destroying this earth
Then wondering where it's gone
Money is the center of everyone's life
But no one realizes
When it's all said and done
Money won't be there
When there's nowhere to run
Money money money
Hate hate hate
Love is wearing thin
We rather settle with
Being barely noticed
Only used when it benefits
Rather than being with the person that chooses them everyday ... all day
The person that actually cares
But that's another poem
For later years
This world doesn't understand itself anymore
Can't look itself in the mirror
If you were to give it all the gems to fix itself
It'll take them and dissapear
Not understanding that in a second this could all become a memory
A game
A matrix
The blind can't see it
But the chosen ones
Realize
And are stuck in the bullshit