WHO DO YOU LOVE?
I give you the tool and the material
so that you create your world,
and in your world you forgot
who gives you the purity of the air, of the water,
of your food, your rest.
With the same tool you pollute my being, cut my veins, bleed out my life.
You walk through a cement forest
breathing in the excrement of what you call a car.
Your tree house, built on the structure
of a safe called a building.
The new plastic grass,
is woven into the earth and the water,
creating a landscape
that everything withers for a hundred more years.
You get tired, you get overwhelmed,
and you come to me loaded with hypocrisy
the weekend for your energy to recharge.
Love? What is love?
You love yourself? Do you love me?
Tell me, who do you love?