It is the nature of man
To put himself first
To make sure he lives
While not caring who hurts
To destroy all he sees
Assuming it\'s his
To fulfill empty needs
To survive at all costs
And in so doing
He blinds himself so
His heart falls deaf
To the words in his soul
And the consequence
Borne of these greedy acts
Is the fear from all others
Who run while they can
And nothing encapsulates
This more than what I have seen
When the farmer ploughed over
The life from the land
For murder took place
Only today
Of the skylarks nesting
Just down the way
And where I go walking
I shall hear no more
The twitter of skylarks
Alive in the morn