Grey Skies and Butterflies

Hate and ignorance all around,
smog-ridden birds dropping to the ground
war and peace is what we preach,
but there is no in between
scorched earth leaving life decimated
only to be further debated
life goes on for people left alive,
but after everyone dies, who will look after the butterflies?

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