I went to visit Corporate Man
Upon his private Corporate land
I thought I’d help him understand
We have so little time.

“Not later, now, it must be done!
You see,” I told him, “we are one.
The Earth, the trees, the flowers, Sun.
There’s no such thing as ‘mine’.”

“Look outside there still are trees!”
He said, as I dropped to my knees.
He would not listen to my pleas.
He thought that he knew best.

I pressed against the window pane.
The man was right — a tree remained
But as I hollered out in pain,
It fell like all the rest.

“Are you mad?” I asked the man,
“Now what is your brilliant plan?
You’ve stained the fabric of this land!
How could you be so dumb?”

I leapt at him to wrest control
My hands wrapped ‘round an empty soul
A vacuous, dark and vapid hole.
I suddenly felt numb.

I rushed outside in time to see
The boiling of the deep blue sea
The poisoning of all the streams
And the vanishing of… me.