My Mea Culpa To The Future
Tomorrow's cohort have cause to complain:
we've squandered their birthright (this fragile earth,)
burning resources for personal gain
and left them all this mess. For what it's worth
though we've claimed no right nor shown contrition
for leaving their world denuded of life,
with nature in such a raped condition,
stripped-mined by greed at the point of a knife.
Too few of us feel overtly concerned,
nor hope their survival won't hurt too hard,
nor try to right the atrocities wrought
by those whose scheming this planet has burned
but time's running short though - we fight, ill-starred,
knowing their pardon can't justly be sought.