Everything seems fine to me

Splattering dried soil upon my face Lying on that bed for a space Space for stars, rainbows, and the moon I plunged my eyes; the sky took me into a room An inch of fumes and smoke filled my lungs Drown in how they pierced their fangs Space by space, acre by acre—work as a trade My skin, eyes, and hair were cascading. Treasures like golden quicksand, Provider at most, even in their command Midst of the haze, everything seems fine to me Died at most, thou poorest tree Let them cultivate their land and squeeze out my skin Everything looks fine to me; I have no kin Let them pulp my eyes and scorch my feet Does not matter when I live in a threat The gift of their deeds is the scaly land Uncage the air and mutate the hand. Living in hell or living in a raging tie Raging storms, zapping lightning, polluted realm, and it looks fine to thine eyes Stood a strong soldier with all those mishaps Hiding my scar and fertilizing all my stuff When you are all broke and I’m here to embrace you Complaining is not my cup of tea