The Lost World

Time on earth is running out
As man pollutes the air
Rainforest, Wildlife all extinct
There is no future there
Rivers of blood run deep and wide
Famine, drought and disease
All helped along by mans own hand
With only himself to please
Hunger, thirst, floods and life
We are struggling hard to save
While mans out quenching his desires
His future he will pave
The hardened few who struggle on
To ease this saddened plight
Will live to see another world
Dry, barren, devoid of life . . . .
CF