Crushing the ore,
Extracting the gold,
Chemical whore,
Another ring sold,
A poisoned river,
Toxic greed,
All that was left,
Was a slag heap to keep,
Iron oxide red of the river that bled,
Mercury made the land mad,
The gods did nothing,
They never do.

I spent hours planting flowers,
To counter your ugly flow,
My garden blooms with delightful fumes,
That is all I need to know,
I smell the beauty,
You smell the greed,
You will spread poison,
But I will plant seed,
Nothing beautiful will grow in your poisonous flow,
For you it's too late,
It is all that you know,
The gods will do nothing,
They never do.

So the next time you lust for that shiny ring on your finger,
Remember natures sorrow of the poison that lingers,
Turn up your middle finger to the poison unseen,
It costs too much,
The Gods will do nothing,
They never do,
Shiny metal death,
Making you feel pretty and special,
If you need that to feel wanted,
You are lost.