Savage?! Part 2

Okay, I know I just did one, but I think that the letter really deserved it's own poem. So here it is, my poem:

Just a Savage

Why do you do this White Man
What do you gain from it
Why do you think the world is yours
When you "buy" the world around us,
What do you get from it
What is your purpose
And when you are done here,
What would you do then
Or perhaps I don't understand
Perhaps I'm just a Savage

Why don't you care White Man
Do you not hear the world around you,
The very world you conquer
Can you not hear the leaves rusting,
The whistling wind in the whippoorwill
Does every beast matter to you,
Do you find yourself higher than them
Is the buffalo just a "creature" to you,
Without feelings or a soul
Maybe you just don't try to listen
Or perhaps I don't understand
Perhaps I'm just a Savage

When will you learn White Man
This world is to be loved,
To be nurtured
It was given to all of us:
The beasts, the trees, the man
So treat the world not as land,
But as something very much alive
Don't cut trees so you can make your iron horses
When your cities are everywhere,
And you own the world,
What will the cost have been
Will you be able to hear or breath
Will there be anywhere to escape to
Will there be a world left to live in
Or perhaps the White Man doesn't understand
Are we truly the ones who are Savages