Slaves To The Empire

We are all slaves, living an envious life we'll never deserve. Greed is our master. We don't own the land we live on just because some green paper and a signature tells us so. The wildlife was here first. The tall oaks and bright dandelions, they planted their roots before us, weaving them like vines deep into the ground to ensure their stability and safety. But it wasn't enough. The squirrels invaded their surely built walls, taking their young of and using their resources. The humans mow down the dandelions month after month, in hopes to make their lawns pretty. How vain. What about the bears and other creatures that steal the lives of innocent fish from their house of water and weed, just for a simple meal? Or the birds that go after the insects, just because they're smaller than them? What gives anyone the right to destroy another's life, man or beast, plant or animal? What makes your survival more important? Why do you deserve to be alive, while others do not?

We are all the slaves to the empire. We are just trying to survive. But not without sacrifice, a sacrifice that isn't ours to give. Yet we do it anyways. 

Our greed, it's an insatiable circle of reality. We choose to be here as we are, destroying the works of another to build our own castle, proving our vanity. It's the poison that runs through our veins. And it will be the death of us all.