All Our Fault

What will we do when a forest becomes a tree,

Nothing left but withered stumps,

Like tombstones strewn across the land,

A memorial of the days when there was life.

Where will we go when the land is scorched by eternal drought,

Every riverbed dried up,

The land littered with cracks,

The sun punishing us for the mistakes we made.

What will the world be like when every last creature is nothing but a skeleton,

A dusty fossil forgotten in time,

Thrown away like trash,

Life snatched away from them.

Where will we go when Mother Earth turns her back on us,

Her perfect world reduced to ashes,

Pain and suffering governing the land,

Sentencing all that live there to death.

What will do when there’s nowhere to run,

Blazing fire engulfing us,

Our bodies hopelessly lifeless,

Standing there, and knowing it’s all our falt.