We sit around twiddling our thumbs,
Because we are all lazy bums.
Everyday, species slowly perish,
Each precious moment they cherish.
From the smallest insect to the largest whale,
If they could, they'd put us all in jail.
Their futures are in our hands,
But all we leave them is wastelands.
Their fate ours, and our fate theirs.
Will we leave behind no hiers?
What would become of our world full of trash?
Could we rise again from the ash?
Maybe so and maybe not,
But it could be what fate has brought.
All I know is this,
We are heading for the abyss.
As long as we stand idly by
They shall all truly die.