Carve your way straight through her embracing arms
and point your pointless paths to pierce her heart.
Use convenience to justify harms
which had no necessity from the start.
Cars dart around like blood cells through her veins
but they splutter out their toxic gases.
The rash haste continues in switching lanes,
the toll of the road always amasses.
Now and then she buckles under the strain
in a display of downcast disaster.
Even the Earth struggles to hide her pain
when all of her woes come even faster.
And we all know, but we just look straight down
like to a beggar wearing their poor frown.