Another Kill

Betsy and I want to play
But there are no green grounds
We look left we look right
It’s just concrete all around

Dust, dust and only dust
Greet us wherever we go
No trees or flowers or even shrubs
Are within a mile or so

Is this why we have evolved?
Is this how we’re meant to be?
Puffing out giant clouds of smoke
Your nefarious factories

What development do you get
Looking out just for yourself
Think of all the plants and animals
Who can’t even cry for help

Repent, regret and mend your ways
There is plenty of time still
Choose carefully your next step
Before you make another kill