Here:
Here eight billion seeds were sown,
without the Earth’s permission,
where fleshling saplings; proudly grown
designed their lives; perdition,
treading surface water,
no attention to their roots,
shredding green with mortar,
killing all their fruits,
replacing blood with metal;
tin can; hollow pride,
but believe that it’s fine fettle
love life, is what’s lied,
for such a changeless jungle,
rehash their proud mistake,
as woe; is joy; their rumble,
thus, all their hope is fake!
There:
There is this heartwarm stream,
eight billion drops are flowing,
where unity is not a dream
just happy ripples growing,
that shimmer in the dark,
those nightmare fires gone,
pure example; finest mark;
a worthy line for song,
gentle cascades smile,
no division; cancels way,
for every single mile,
lights up a brighter day,
hence, foreign are the cries
just this family; to the Globe,
as great sea; does wash the lies
with it’s refreshing robe!