Waking from eternal sleep
To see that fate had played a hand
Destruction wrought upon the world
Impossible to understand.
Air is still so polluted
Not as bad as once before
At least the belching chimney pots
Don’t push out black smoke any more.
Swathes of roads through forests
Means magnificent trees are gone
That vital part of the equation
Giving oxygen to everyone.
Not content with destroying all of those
We pollute our rivers too
Pesticides sprayed across the land
Are eaten by wildlife, and me and you.
We fill our greedy faces
With processed food that’s poor
So many children nowadays
Don’t see real food anymore.
And then, as if that’s not enough
We kill each other too
What on earth do we do that for
Obsolescence for me and you.
©Joe Wilson – Our fate…? 2014