Birds Are Falling

The birds are falling from an ashen sky Landscapes are crumbling beneath our Empire Hot breath from the world to shallow to cry What have we done? Our greedy desire I feel you in my soul, cry for your pain Though I'm too helpless to reach out my hand My heart is corrupt and so is my brain I feed off your blood, Don't you understand? I speak words of sorrow, then turn my head Show no pity as I pollute your veins Claim you're not dying, you're already dead From oceans of garbage and acid rains I stole all I could with my disdain All that's left, will be an empty domain 4/24/18