'' Their Future Is Ours To Pursue ''
It may come as a blow,
by Bri Mar
But our legacy will show,
To extinctions we closed our eyes,
Our intelligence in reality was in fact low,
We ignored our future demise.
The new born child,
Will grow up riled,
That we've left their generation bereft,
For what we've done we'll be reviled,
For them there is nothing left.
We made it our vow,
To live for now,
Our lives weren't based on need,
How they'd survive we did not care how,
Everything we did was for greed.
For their future years,
We didn't shed tears,
We took without ever giving,
We totally ignored that we were their peers,
Yes, we are the reason they're living.
It was trouble we stored,
The warnings we ignored,
But the Earth we continued to plunder,
We refused to take nature's warnings on board,
That was a terrible blunder.
Though it wasn't fair,
We just didn't care,
That our children would struggle to survive,
At their barren planet they now stand and stare,
It is they not us who're alive.
Before it's too late,
Let's sort out their fate,
Our contempt we need to subdue,
Don't leave behind a legacy of hate,
‘' Their Future Is Ours To Pursue ‘'