Spreading message through cyber passage
I'm just a conduit, the poet is mother nature
We aught to be paying heed at this juncture
Should we have the wish for a better future.
Inarticulate words are wasted on this matter
It could be for the worse if not for the better
Slaughtered mighty trees to build us shelter
Depleted the forests while we became fatter.
What we have here is just a stark reminder
That we are slowly going under, no wonder
We have taken it all, this is time to flounder
As a consequence of our historical plunder.





























