Indifference is the word,
It's in the world,
black as a rotten rose.
Smells musty, and cold in my nose.

Like ashes in my head,
too bad, so sad.

Indifference is in the air:

Watch the daily rush,
for money and honey,
for prestige and selfies on the beach.

And all these poisoned faces,
just thinking of their looks,
no love is in their books.

Indifference is in the air:

Zombies walking on the streets,
no rhythm of compassion.
It's an emty world.
Oh, you have my word.

And that's why:

One should cherish a dog,
writing a blog,
talking to plants,
and walking with some friends.