With the credentials we throw on the ground,

We proclaim that "words on paper, are words that define".

Roosters, once noble and proud,

Will now lose their eggs to humankind.

We build houses in hopes of planting daises,

But isn't what we are doing, just kissing nature goodbye?

In the long run, we see death abound.

Hollow houses are stacked on green corpses.

And for a moment, we turn, and we somehow see FLoWeRs,

And we have to wonder; who is truly the bruised one?

Ah, this poem is indeed impromptu during lesson time if you were wondering. A poem based on four pictures. Frankly, I did mine only five minutes after the teacher told us so...because I had already begun...