Keith Garrett                  A WORLD OF SICKNESS

  As the world grows older we see that with it, the 
  World grows crowded,

  So many people cover the lands, stretching far and 
  Wide, the world does not grow.

  This is a beautiful place that has been given to us all, 
  But together we are losing,

  Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of years ago 
  As we can not sleep wherever.

  We can't just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast, 
  The creek is not always there,

  To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned upon, as 
  Our society changes towards the rich.

  Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, this 
  We hear each day from words spoken,

  Protests over many issues that do not change, only the 
  Mistrust for those high above grow.

  Deceived daily are we, sometimes by the people we may know, 
  But scarier, those whom control,

  Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand, between 
  Powerful people and government man.

  The fight to own, but in the end they'll take from you your home,
   We are violated as they spy, fear grows,

  A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our health and 
   Sanity,  neverending traffic brings hell.
   A world of sickness forever grows, because the more humans form,