man the heat!

The heat wave

It makes us realize

We are the tenants

In this world we called home

Like most tenants

They make everything bad

Deface walls, run away bills

Giving false addresses

They make the house-owners

Mad as hell as they arrive to inspect

They have to repaint the houses

Some have to do minor repairs

Now we know how the Earth feel

We don't take care of her

She releases her bad waves

We feel the heat; we feel the score

Will we stop and listen?

The wind telling us a story

We have to stop destroying

The natural vegetations for profits