I sit here wondering why
Seeing all these people passing by
The rush and the hurry to get somewhere,
Never taking the time to stop and care
Well dressed men and women
Orange skinned skanks on television
Models that are practically bare
People who are extremely unfair
These are the people that dominate our society
Most cold and hard plastic shells, not much of a variety
The business women with their perfect hair
And men in suits, who don’t have time to spare
Do they notice this world?
The sky? The clouds?
Or does polluting it make them proud?
But who can make them notice our planet?
The birds, the trees, the flowers, the bees?
And who can create a larger variety?
Brave souls who can make people stop and see
What they’re doing to our home
Why I think those people are you and me
