• 0
Wishing that something would happen
A change in this place
cos Im tearing off the fancy wrapping
Find an empty package

Angry sun burn down
Judging us all
Guilty of neglect and disrespect
And thinking small

And death by boredom
And death by greed
If we cant stop taking
More than we need

But across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
Tired ideas
Birds without wings

No comments: