The drive
City to city
Only about 20 minutes
Although long for observation
Everyone sees through different eyes
Different perspectives
On this drive
I saw nothing but destruction
You won’t ever understand unless
You are seeing through the same lenses as I
Pale yellow, mechanical monsters
Tear up the earth
As they sink in their teeth
I feel their claws drag across my heart
Clouds of dust and smoke fill the air
Life burns
Emptiness replaces fullness
Once trees stood in numbers
Now a dirt field for the beasts to roam
As a sponge can only handle so much water
I can only soak up so much pain
I glance away
I find that balance between two extremes is usually the correct answer in a given situation
We have greatly upset the balance between humanity and nature
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