Their Time Soon Come

What a sorrowful

place.

All some do is 

take

and 

take. 

They pollute. 

They kill. 

They love 

misery.

Gladly they

destroy everything. 

All they do is

shut the door. 

Things ain't what

they used to be. 

The smile in your

face 

becomes the knife 

in your back.

You're dying as 

they

relax. 

They always want

more. 

And more. 

Greenbacks make 

their day 

as hell prepares 

their place.

Seeking to stop 

the sun as they

run and run 

and still get no

where. 

They don't even

stare. 

Their eyes have 

left them long

ago.

Their stone heart

runs true, too. 

Lucky for them 

now

but their time soon 

come.