I sometimes wonder
If we are to be, the last generation
That we die off in
As we all lay
Within
Our self made coffin

As we poison
The planet
That gave us our birth
And in a twisted gratitude
We destroy
Our dear planet Earth

So much
For technological
Advances
Futuristic fancies
Are as futile
As furtive glances

But maybe
We'll be fortuitous
And realise our wrongs
Before it's to late
For
Reminiscent songs
by Jemia