According to the most ancient ones,
native to the soil, this humble race,
the earth shall always cleanse itself,
were our own planet's saving grace.
Without this blessed peace of mind,
our world would have died long ago.
No blue skies and pure water to drink,
not a good thing to see or left to show.
The world we all have known,
its very climate has changed.
Nature's clock seems stopped,
All to have been rearranged.
Is this the hand of human kind,
to have so interfered, as blind,
The waste and poisons dumped,
Never to have a change of mind?
When will we all have realized,
this attitude to be uncivilized?
Can riches, money and greed,
ever help us at all to succeed?
What is the final answer,
those desires of a few?
Overshadows the rest,
all to subdue?
Will we perish,
or just go away,
in the end?