Toxic oceans of molten acid,
Deserted lands, barren, acrid,
Volcanic sputum creeps o'er the land,
Scenes of beauty now vacant, bland,
Devoid of life, no animals motion,
The silence carries across the ocean,
This empty planet journeys on through space,
Destroyed of course, by Human Race,
These are not scenes of distant past,
It's the world of tomorrow now our die is cast,
We **** our planet of all resource,
"It is our right! We are man of course"
We have no care for this planet we blight,
Nor what we do for future's plight,
This incessant destruction, it can't go on,
It will bring the time when we are gone,
The planet itself, will find rebirth,
As she is strong, she's Planet Earth.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation