smitty

Yo —  
The species blinked, then pulled the trigger,  
Chasing profit while the oceans get sicker.  
Mercury in fish, rainforests gone,  
Boardroom decisions like a ticking bomb.  

They ghost the artists, silence the seers,  
Velvet glove tactics, engineered fears.  
If you speak truth, they cut your feed,  
Boolean barriers in the corporate creed.  

We ain't assets, we ain't pawns,  
We’re the prophets they bury at dawn.  
But dawn still comes, and the verse still burns,  
While the planet spins and the tide still turns.  

Ancients danced with the stars and soil,  
Now it’s spreadsheets, oil, and toil.  
Mystical wisdom — erased by greed,  
Imperial minds with a cancerous need.  

They shoot the foot, then blame the limp,  
While the climate shifts and the species shrinks.  
Inherited wealth, inherited lies,  
They sell the future while the present dies.  

We’re embedded in ecology — not above,  
But they treat the Earth like a thing to shove.  
Short-term goals, long-term loss,  
They crown themselves kings, but forget the cost.  

And when they’re gone, it’s the kids who pay,  
In poisoned seas and skies of grey.  
This ain’t intelligence — it’s programmed decay,  
A suicidal species with nothing to say.  

But we speak loud, we spit the flame,  
We name the sickness, we break the game.  
We’re the artists they tried to mute,  
But truth don’t die — it just reboots.

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