I look out the window,
And oh my eyes,
I see something,
That I do despise.

I see the people,
Whom ignore one another,
And then the others,
Who call everyone brother.

I see the cars,
Who pollute our air,
Like they don’t want,
Or need to care.

I see a lonely tree,
Left to say “here I am!”
Sitting on the hilltop,
While people pass who don’t give a damn.

I see industrialization,
In all it’s glory,
And the shrinking of wildlife,
Which hits me sorely.

I see the world for what it is,
This overflow of life,
And while this happens,
All we know is our own strife.