It Wasn'T Always Like This

The world is shaking with a voice like thunder A unified declaration We must build Somewhere there is an opening A gap in the noisy tumult Clear air. No smog to block the smiling moon Or lights to challenge the night Just passing clouds We build our cities to the sky We make our livestock in a factory The strong arm of progress flexes boldly Our space is narrowed As the offspring of the earth beat down what's left A wise man stretches forth his ears to the sound of raindrops on the soil His eyes seek out the pack of wolves And the school of fish He fills his lungs with fresh air from a fading supply He looks to the untouched wilderness And he remembers who we were Kyle Ezra Kriticos