This way we changed the world

This way I walk into worlds unknown
where mystery was all that was alive.

This way I walk into woods untouched,
watching hands stain natures lush.

These hill are the lands we take.

These are the people we make;
the people we hate.
These hills are the lands we waste,
slaughtered, raped.

The way we make them proud and free,
but our way is all that can be.

These pills I take are the last retort
a slowly melting hour with no time to waste.

This floor shall be my last memory
utopia awaits.

I slowly close my eyes
my pen drops.

I have given in
to their wants.