What You Leave Behind pt.III
They manufactured a need for greed
That demanded speed when they made the dirt bleed
While the others fought for the bread they knead
They wanted to get rich at any and all costs
Buy now and sell the futures, they would all be the boss
On private planes with private tutors
And legal suitors they courted with lavish
Donations and gifts then they openly ravished
The buffet and banquet, but they were still famished
They built a house of cards and set it on quick sand
And congratulated each other for the innovation
There was an ace on the roof ‘Wow! That's sick, man! '
And a joker greeted them with the invocation
‘You can throw all the sticks and the stones at this home
But by the grace of god, it's bulletproof'
They were all that mattered, no sense in hiding it
‘Live now, die later'
They could do anything with paper
There was no sense in denying it
Everything would last forever
Mountains of scrap pile up and scrape skies
Fountains collapse while rivers and lakes dry
Well, at least leer jets still have a place to rest
Their tired wings with the rest of the best
Iron birds that once soared from the east to the west
In an area that's seen from near and from far
Their rust gleams in the sun in their own private nest
That's a grave to machines, aka a junkyard
The bright future they wanted to secure for their heirs
Is draped by a fog that's smothered in smog
And no one alive can breathe the air
Without a filter to keep out the toxins
The heat is so bad, people must stay boxed in
Their humble abodes which are riddled with holes
Or they head underground and live with the moles
Checks written before the debts of today
Killed the king and the queen, no cards left to play
Only bombs that make the Earth flat once more
As nations gun down one another's front doors
And desperation fuels the Resource Un-Wars
In this life there is no rewind, so think of the future in what you leave behind
poem by P.R. Prosper
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