Present Day

Welcome to present day;

The sky is polluted and the ground is grey,

Humans have learnt to mass produce their prey.

This is called farming.

Wild animals that tame ourselves,

Hunting meat off Tesco shelves.

Tarmac roads lead the way to sky scrapers,

That scrape the sky away.

Have you seen the inhumane shadows,

That cast over your protesting bellows,

The rich hold the strings,

And it's the rest of us that sing,

Welcome to present day;

Those with all my money point the way,

To their money traps,

With a panache you can only dream of.

Don't be conned. See reality for what it is.