The circle of life, as we sift through our piles of trash,
while the green house gases rise above steaming ash.
Our future lets discuss, 3 mile island scare didn’t teach us
change our point of view, or die in the poison stew we brew.
We live a wasteful life, proceeding on never thinking twice,
discarded goods of yesterday, following the new on the way.
Stacking it up on credit cards, living hand to mouth is to hard,
but social media will put you down, out of style wearing a frown.
Your iPhone just a year old, another grand for the new color gold, well if misfortune comes today, homelessness may be on the way. I look at the young and old, then wonder what the future will unfold, our we just in a this crazy faze or is this beginning of the end of days.
” Oh clean waters beneath blue sky
when will man and nature see eye to eye,
while the poor animals struggle and die,
even the simplest fool must ask why”