Who, has what
And who, owns where
Is a human’s dream, our special dare

That’s my house
That’s my wife
Is the way we’re made, it’s part of life

I own this
You own that
Too much food, we’re all fat

I own that
You own those
Children out there are without clothes

Not our problem,
Everyone seems to scream
As one by one, we ruin a dream

We need this
And the animals do not
As we cut down more trees for another parking lot

We dare nature,
To the very extreme.
‘You can’t touch us!’ is what we all scream

I have those
You have these
To go to a doctor, all a child needs to do is sneeze

The world is riddled with rotten bits
And in this eternal life
Just surface from your petty strife
And blink up at the sky.