Peace In Pieces Poem by Arya M

Humans destroy humans,
for a piece of paper
we crowned as king.

Peace traded for noise,
silence drowned in light,
nature cut open,
wildlife pressed into shadows.

We run,
chasing success
on roads paved with our own sanity,
never asking — for what?

Development, they call it.
But what kind of growth
devours its roots?

Today it is forests,
tomorrow the stars.
There seems no end
to the madness we name progress.