Push and Pull

Everything Men touch Men devour.

They pick up by the hour

A life concealed in a flower

While making Nature cower.

Though it's not a flower,

It's a weed.

But who is to decide who dies

When Men have the power

To make Earth bleed ?

Swallow it from the seed

And walk backward.

Recall the time you paid no heed,

Taste the bleak future onward, 

And learn the cost of your greed. 

Coward are the monsters

Who suffocate gradually

A screaming pantomime.

If suicide was a crime, 

They should all be guilty.