Swan Song
Have destroyed our home, and set it ablaze,and fast approaching, are the end of days.
The grass in brown, and the snow is black,
it is easy to see, things are out of whack.
With the dirty air, and the waters drying,
and so many empty stomachs sighing.
Animals gone, and never to return,
and natures tough lessons, get harder to learn.
We just don't get it, we abuse so much,
and with reality we have lost touch.
Really foolish indeed, to ruin our place,
knowing full well, it's now extiction we face.
With so much greed, and quest for power,
even in this, the earths last hour.
It is just a matter of time, for destruction looms,
because more and more ,the human flame consumes.
We are indeed, the worlds worst disease,
for we take and we take, and do as we please.
We have been unchecked, for much to long,
and now the earth plays, our last swan song.
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Written on 2009-06-26 at 23:40
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