To whom it doesn’t concern
If not for the want of man
The earth would be pure again
Clear blue skies and waters sweet
Flowing meadows and willows weep
Tar and concrete smother our mother
None of her children can be uncovered
Smog and poisins blanket them quickly
All have become crippled and sickly
Rapist and murderers against creation
You preach "civilization" but deliver devistation.