Breakdown

Our green world is disintegrating
Huge machines move like large lawnmowers all over the globe
Eating up the lifeline of trees
That will no longer provide
Cleaner air for its occupants

The economy is taking over in all continents
It’s the first thought for those in power
Denying us the voice
For a cleaner, greener world
In which our descendants can continue to live

Where is the help to come from?
How can populations survive?
To pass from this world
Knowing you have tried
Must be a personal answer

It’s going to be a slow death
Animals gradually leaving us
No pollination, less food, toxic air and water
Hearts and lungs breaking down
Who cares?