when i look at the world

when i look at the world

A Poem by The Nameless

"i don't see impressive human structures but a mask covering a once beautiful mother nature"


when i look at the world

i don't see a man with an eye for good business

but a man too blind to see anything but his own reflection

i don't see the world's most perfect and beautiful woman

but a woman who couldn't accept herself the way she was

i don't see piles of golden coins

but holes of acid and mercury in a wounded earth

i don't see impressive human structures

but a mask covering a once beautiful mother nature

i don't see a city full of vibrant lights and racing cars

but starless skies and the monotonous drills of engines

i don't see heavenly mansions towering in the clouds

but the bruised hands of underpaid builders

i don't see clean and germ-free environments

but toxic chemicals that pour from my tap

i don't see a mythical cure that might save lives

but the lives of countless endangered animals taken

i don't see a library full of stories and knowledge

but the ghost of an abundant forest

i don't see a school full of friendship and learning

but a place where hearts are broken and souls are shattered

i don't see a ship travelling the deep blue sea

but oil spills and nurdles killing coral reefs

i don't see a rich man's life of luxury

but factories filled with the poor

i don't see a healthy curiosity and passion to explore

but impulsive destruction without questioning the reason of its existence

i don't see millions of human lives spared

but an overpopulated earth with no respect for animals

and lastly

i don't see spacecraft exploring the beauty of another planet

but i look at what we had done to our earth and know what its future beholds

© 2013 The Nameless

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Added on April 22, 2013
Last Updated on April 22, 2013
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The Nameless
The Nameless

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