Waking from an eternal sleep
To see that fate had played a hand
But destruction wrought upon the world
Was impossible to understand.

The air is still so polluted
Though not as bad as once before
At least the belching chimney pots
Don’t push out black smoke any more.

Swathes of roads through forests
Means magnificent trees are gone
That vital part of the equation
Giving oxygen to every single one.

Not content with destroying all of those
We pollute our beautiful rivers too
Putting pesticides across out the land
That are eaten by wildlife, and me and you.

We fill our greedy faces
With processed food that’s poor
So many children these days
Don’t see real food anymore.

And then, as if that’s not enough
We **** each other too
What on earth do we do that for
It’s obsolescence for me and you.

©Joe Wilson – Our fate…? 2014