The Cry of New Future

This is a challenge

Woe to the ages of time
When plows are turned to burning skulls
Of metals shaped to eat our lands
And turn the trunks to building fad

What place or man have we become?
Destructions were made to build a land?
We keep cleaning yet never stop burning
And as if caring, but tree cutting is unending

Shame to us men of what we are now
We keep on digging, we keep on seeking
For golds and treasuren, now fuels have meassured
The age that has left for our nature to live

The birds are crying, fishes are dying
Wells are drying, airs are poisoning
The trees are weakening, the rocks are fading
Seas are blacking, so as our hope is losing

Our olds have danced the melody of death
And set our land to the sound of its end
When shall the rythmn of pollution horror be stopped?
When all of our coffins have already been set?

I cry to you my dear fellow youth of this generation
Let us swing and step the melodious change
The Care and love to the environment
Stop pollution and tree cuttings!

I am the hope of the future
A new song of nature

Author's Note

Please lets not just read but advocate to take care of our environment.