As human kind becomes no more

Greens once more may grace the floor



Old ruins last

To glimpse the past

But do not mourn the ones before

Just there to recall

The ones who nearly ended it all



But they could not win

By means of their sin

Either nature would triumph or they’d die

Alongside their polluted enterprise



Their wrongs could earn no prize

An inevitable demise

A system quite worthy of mock:

To wage war with the ground on which you walk