I don't know why

People so dear would lie

About the beauty of our world

With lips wickedly curled

Smog is violently shoved into our crystal clear air

Scented with the screams of the weight it bares

And we watch behind our skinned emerald trees

As we ignore the prices of our own earth's expensive fees

Little fish are choked away

By the little baggies that feed us throughout the day

The sky is grey, and the oceans are made of something worse than ink

And we are told to not worry, for it's just a harmless kink

I don't know why

People so dear would lie

About the beauty of our planet

And its upper-class cackling bandits