End of Days

The indigo sky cries, for beneath it lies
The remnants of nature killed through lack of nurture
Children ask parents why? Why does the Earth die?
Because we didn’t care. Because we wouldn’t share,
As long as we were alright, we ignored the plight
Of the other. Yes, he was our brother,
But he was poor with nothing to give
So, he wasn’t allowed to live.
He committed the crime of poverty
Not deliberately, but who cares? Who shares?
With those without the means to support our dreams
So, we who were strong took and took
With no thought for tomorrow or a backward look
At the waifs wailing in the wilderness
Not my problem, not my concern
Too late, now, we learn
The crops are dead, the fields are bare,
There’s nothing left, nothing to share
The river is dry seas are empty that once held plenty
Nothing left but dying trees falling in the poisoned breeze
We fought our wars, sold ourselves as whores
But all our gold cannot buy a single glass of pure water
For the mother’s resources we fought, our efforts came to nought
We killed the forest, murdered the bee,
For immediate gain and vanity
Now, too late we see
The ending of our days, the folly of our ways.
Doomed now this earth once fair
Oh man, of thee I do despair