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Rated: E · Poetry · Environment · #2137000
The effect of the human race on the planet

We came from the earth, just like a plague
Ravenous and hungry, we have no shame,
We take it all, yet none of the blame
Evolutionary pond scum, thus slowly decaying
Our forest has fallen, our mothers extinct
Our father has shamed us, our parchments been inked
The date of our extinction, is not set in stone
But our time is coming, a time to atone
For all grievances, and all our short comings
Our species will end, but will there be nothing?
From the first light, after our death,
The world will breathe a sigh, and take its first breath
The heavens will open, as if shedding its tears
Quenching her thirst, of the last thousands of years
Reborn from the ashes, the first shoots emerge
The creeks will rise as the rivers surge
The forest will climb, the fauna returned
The ashes bring life, to all that was burned
The takers are no more, they rest in decay
As the shadows they left, slowly lose sway

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