Screams and cries they echo loudly,
tearing at my senses.
Not my doing yet still my fault,
this mutual consequence.
Trees fall, buildings grow,
the world she weeps in despair.
Betrayed by her own creation,
her days are surely numbered.
Greedy, selfish and destructive,
we are the sickest plague of them all.
Selective with our sympathies,
our own Mother left to die.
Disillusioned with this race,
it pains me to be so.
No end in sight for our ruthless reign,
I beg to be proven wrong.