the earth is dying (make sure to wear flowers in your hair)

 carbon copy

forced my body

to shelter

from the storm

hardened ember

quickened my soul

to surrender

should it cease to begin

im saying sorry

to mother earth

for the centuries

before and after

up and away from

my birth

the bitter fumes

of black windpipe lungs

upper class white man

choking on the pleasure

the darkness consumes

your ego and your flash

dipshit cars please

for mother earth

go back to chasing stars