The Aural World
A small piece of dust in space makes time bend in its place.
I am the world that holds life inside
like a shaken up snow globe
The pollutions of people I abide
I made the lord in my image. I made the forest lush.
My night and day holds an appearance scrimmage
That can only be seen upon dawn and dusk
But now the emanating sky is being blackened
The benevolent forests are being slashed and burned
Soon no longer will the fight of twilight’s have a victor
And the skies ambient light and shadow will not be turned
They make their cosmos poor so their economy can be richer
Ignoring the signs keeps them blissfully unconcerned
And once my land is no longer rich, dank, and green
Or my beautiful oceans become nothing but a dried up stream
Then is when people will regret making their dirty money machines
That’s how they’ll realize the ends don’t justify the means