Traveling through the cosmos, watching the disease
Everything is breaking down, no time to lose
If Earth was a paradise, maybe Proxima Centauri could be too
Why assume it's all alright, whilst Earth is a breach
They wanna turn her into one big parking lot *literally)
And I won't fit in anywhere, despite all the lines
The cars won't emit exhaust gas as they should. Am I blind?
Thanks a lot, school, work, government and little bot
It makes no sense, I wanna get out of here
But everywhere I look, it's all the same
Ego taking over, who's to blame?
Alright, I suck at poetry, look over there
No basically, why assume other planets would be better off if we can't
keep the Earth alive. If she dies, maybe there is no other place to
re-incarnate, if you're one of the believers.
The most pressing issue is obviously to clean up all the waste that is
everywhere, like that in the ocean. Then also ofcourse make sure that it
is penalized to litter around non-organic materials
Well, to be honest, it probably should be penalized to litter around
organic materials as well, if they're put in the wrong places
And sorry about the star in the poem, there is a bug in schismtracker so I
can't write out starting parens
