We cut our green grass. We killed our animals. We washed our color in white sand. We wanted an identity we could never have had. We were called monkeys, and we responded. In greed we still wallow, forsaking our brotherhood to find frivolous pastures. Our priorities fell apart, and putting it back together can’t be termed abortive, since we haven’t tried. The uncertain footsteps we have decided to follow confuse us. We are blinded to our beauty! We weep, we know not where to begin. We only pray that the green god, looks than on us and shows us mercy.