No One

you treat the world like you're burning trash! drinking oil from styrofoam cups... the blood on your floors cries out from stagnant pools. you see no one, you smell no one... you cannot hear or feel the cry of no one dying in your fields, in your shops, in your sterile offices... your form of hatred begins within your selves... you trade freedom and dignity in small shares over drinks.... your world, your kingdom, is a house of cards falling from within... and no one will be there to watch you die!