Wasteland
In a world so out of balance
How can wrongs be righted?
When from our womb all the way down to our grave
Our lives are simply blighted
Can a river be purer than its source?
Someone heartier than their spunk?
We talk the well-being of our planet
But forget to make the walk.
Blinded by our rampant greed
Old wisdom has been scrapped
Morals and virtue of chiefs of old
More or less eclipsed
….by pillage like there’s no tomorrow
No accountability in sight
The scramble to stuff pockets
The only righteous fight
