Mother Earth could’ve
Been spared if enough
Of us cared to share
The wealth before the
Polar ice caps melted
And slid into the sea
Raising danger levels
By numerous degrees
As ozone is punctured
By a dysfunctionally
Apathetic culture lead
By greed driven vultures
In the mere hours which
Preceed our inevitable,
Yet regrettable demise
Self-evident for all to see.
A Self-inflicted buckshot
Wound bled out upon the
Debris strewn throughout
A barren hinterland, why?
All for the love of money.