First,

You became self aware,
Then, on two feet began to walk, and
Then you started using tools, and
Then you even learned to talk, and
You were mommy's little miracle,
The tears would flow in joy,
You were my darling little hero,
And so beautiful and coy,
You,
Used to be,
Such a sweet
Little boy,
You were my life's
Crowning achievement, and
My *****'s pride and joy, and
I know, that
Throughout the years,
I have shown
Anger and neglect, but
Was that enough,
To warrant, all this
Utter disrespect?
I gave within my means,
I did the best I could achieve,
I gave you land to cultivate, with
Water, food, and air to breathe, but now
You've become so callous, and
My heart begins to bleed,
For time has,
Filled your head
With malice,
Now I witness
How your greed, has
Slipped a poison, in
Your chalice, and
Deformed my
Precious seed,
Now, the fact
Of the matter, and
That down to which it boils, is
That the ages
Have transformed you,
Through the years of
Sweat and toil,
The fruits of
All your labor,
Have now begun to spoil, and
You've become crude barbarian,
A savage, gulping oil,
Belching out carbon, and
Vomiting plastic,
The change made you
Deranged, and
You've become
A frenzied spastic,
You lost your empathy, and
Your own kind, came to abhor,
You caused 100 million deaths, in
Just 10 years of "total war," and
In light of all of this, you have
Forgotten all your chores, and
You only know one word, and
Now, it seems that word is "MORE"
Well, perhaps
I've judged
Too quickly, and
I should have given time,
It seems you know
One other word, and
Now, that word it seems is "MINE"
"Mine"...
Like the ones you stripped, of
The resources that I gave you,
To furnish nuclear arms, and
You think God will come and save you?
Well, step up little boy, you
Think that you've got what it takes?
I will prove without a doubt,
That it will be your last mistake
I will push you til you crumble,
I will bend you til you break, and
I will burn your *** up,
Like an overcooked steak
Let me tell you right now,
That this behavior's gonna stop, or
I will flood your coastal regions, and
I'll wilt all of your crops, and
This is naught but the beginning, of
The things that I can do, two
Hundred species go extinct per day,
The next one could be you.