What are our chances

As technology advances
What are our chances
To live in an apocalyptic place made out of waste
We will scavenge and hunt for our bread and butter
Most of us will try find shelter, whilst others in the gutter
Does it have to be like this?
Tell me if you had one wish
What will you do when mother nature needs us
As she is the one who’s ever going to feed us
When the natural environment is taken over
Leaves once green sadly no longer
The corporations rule our land
Finding glass and plastics in our sand
The sad truth is this
Can we reverse it
Recycle and reduce
Every bit that you use
It’s up to you
What will you choose
©treesaregreen

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Diminishing Seasons

The seasons are diminishing because of our ignorance and pollution
If we work together now we may find a solution
Unnatural objects float in our seas
We poison ourselves, animals and waste trees
Will we ever learn that these sources won’t last forever?
They don’t just come and go, just like our weather
Hopefully, someday we shall learn
Or just end in misery, regret and yearn
Our land is fenced off and sold to greed
It forces our nation to pay for feed
How long will we put up with this battery chicken scheme
Is it just me or do you know what I mean?
Something’s not right here, I think I know what’s going on
Will I get through to people before I am gone
These people who rule us and force us to repeat our day
couldn’t be more corrupt
There must be a better way
The destruction of our world is almost here
Our civilisation scarper in fear
Why don’t we realise and change our modus operandi?
We fight and steal it’s like taking a child’s last piece of candy
We are failing animals, nature, and mankind
Our forests, mountains, and insects you’ll find
When oceans, rivers, and lakes get so polluted
No longer our trees will be able of being fruited
Will we take note before its too late
Or just sit in silence and ignore what we create
©treesaregreen