Our Fault

Every day a heart is demolished,
and it's all our fault.
As the animals fled from their homes,
the darkness grows,
and the veil is large on what
we have done.
And when the cars screech across the road,
the veil gets stronger.
Birds plunge from the sky,
and the tiger falls.
So I'm sorry future selves
for not leaving what you deserve.
No trees,
no rain,
no air,
Nothing.