Bitter Sweet

 
There is nothing
for us here
the skies burn, blood red
paved, all the way with
intentions most golden

This noxious stench burns
a nauseated reminder,
that we allowed
this cancer to grow,
fueled by our greed

Proclaiming moral high ground
we permit them to play
devil's advocate, with 'claimed'
best interest in hand,
lining pockets with the other

Toxic scarred, barren wastelands
serve a fitting tribute
to our blind stupidity,
like a cancer, exhausting her life,
our free will, a bitter sweet victory