T hey pretend they all care,
they put on the charity suit once a year.
To them love is just a name,
sure they “love” themselves, but that’s not for real.
Their name too is human, or is it just H. U. M. A. N.
Hurry Up 4 Me And No-one-else.
They fill their lungs with fumes,
cough up more from their exhausts.
They don’t care their world’s dying, oh no,
all they want is to have $s, £s and more money.
Who cares if there have to be wars fought for that,
or if people are going to have to die.
It’s not their concern if their children will have to,
stay at home not to burn of the sun, or have to boil in this green house.
Oh no, as long as they are OK,
but little do they know, it’s creeping up to them too.
By MaYa.