As waters rise,
cities drown.
The air gets colder,
Society breaks down.

The harshest winter,
known to man,
will leave us all dead,
unless we can,

escape our fate,
by changing our present,
Maybe then our future,
won’t become something
our children resent.

So think of that,
next time you throw,
your trash out,
or your exhaust billows.

For now we have one Earth,
and unless we are careful,
it will be our last–
forever sterile.

So live it up if you want,
but never forget,
it’s not us that’ll pay,
but those not born yet.