Oh, cruel fate, that doth so cruelly harm
Our fragile earth, so bountiful and fair.
Thy scorching sun doth raise the oceans’ arm,
And floods the land with salt and bitter air.
The forests fall, the rivers dry, the sands
Do shift and change, and all the creatures flee.
The skies are choked with smoke and dust and sands,
And all is lost in thy malignity.
The cities swelter in the heat, the poor
Are crushed beneath the weight of want and woe.
The rich do mock them, and do nothing more
Than sit and watch the world they helped to sow.
But hark! The voice of Nature doth cry out
In rage and sorrow, and doth all about
Call on the guilty to repent and mend
Their ways before it is too late, and all
Is lost forever in the fiery end.
Oh, let us take heed, and do all we can
To heal the wounds that we have made, and ban
The use of fossil fuels that doth destroy
Our earth, and all the creatures it employs.
For if we do not act, and act soon,
We’ll find ourselves in the eternal swoon
Of a world that’s dead, and we, its murderers,
Shall live on in the memory of the curse.