A Lament For Futurity

I weep for trees and forests, We laid them all to waste. Will children have no air to breath, No atmosphere to taste? I weep for mighty oceans We trashed them to the brim. Will children of the life therein Protract no place to swim? I weep for northern icelands, A thawing polar crown. Will children of the Inuit Become condemned to drown? I weep for fields and meadows, Poisoned long ago. Will children of the landscape Reap no seeds to sow? I weep for man's futurity Ere I take my sleep. Will children of the morning's dawn Beget no tears to weep?