Bop

Eerily endless emissions emanate

From the stream of vehicles lining the highway.

All the while, waste is burned –

They throw the trash to their feet.

No one gives a second thought

Eyes down, feet shuffling

Eerily empty people

Who don’t realize the damage of a single selfish thought

“Not my problem”.

 Take and take and take

But no give and give and give

To the suffering life that struggles

To hold up the demand

Of human’s grand

Until it’s too late. It’s irreversible

Then they want to help;

“It’s not my problem” becomes “this is everyone’s problem”.

But no effort must made

Only a false sense of pride

That you tried to save it.