Oh, oh, oh, ye made those things by thine hands,
But did thee ask thyself if they are for the Earth’s benefit?
Or for thy money’s sake? Thee must think when to take
Something that belongs to the Earth and alone her.
Oh, oh, oh, thee cannot tell me that the trees belong to Humankind,
Nor ye can say to me that every animal belongs to Men and Women,
Nor thee cannot be on the Earth’s behalf if thou stole their home,
Something to remind about what’s the truth, yeah, we know.
Oh, oh, oh, thou think I am perfect, to tell thee of all the perfect things.
I tell you, what the truth about me is, I am like thou that are imperfect,
But I cannot pretend that everything is fine, nor I favour Ignorance,
We cannot let any bad bacteria or virus to steal all our nutrients.
© Ismael Mansoor
This Engrained Heart 