Plumes of billowing black smoke fill

the once clear beautiful skies

The color of our house is green

as the temperature continues to rise

What once was only rain now is acid in the clouds’ tears

From our demand for convenience within the last 100 years

Icebergs millions of years old are melting

while the Arctic gets smaller at a rapid pace

Animals that call this home will have to live in a zoo

because soon they will run out of space

At times “El Niño” is sent to wreak havoc as a warning to cease

The deciders ignore the signs while the many pray for peace

Black blood made from animal and plant fat

seems to be the grand prize

Pumped from the Earth’s flesh no matter

the cost in suffering and lives

Who will gain control of her rich crude ancient land?

What will it matter if the end is the destruction of man?