I reached out with my burning hand,
Trying to snuff out this mass extinction,
My flaming feet transformed into burning sand,
As 50,000 species disappear, void of redemption.

Viewed from space, earth appears serene,
Deep blue ocean, lofty cloud, kaleidoscopic land,
Yet far below, a dismal planet, so much unseen,
Modern kind guts the nest, the gutting knife in man's own hand.

Short years ago, accompanied by sweet nature's sound,
Millions lived, Amazon dwelling, rain forest was home,
Noxious gases, warming seas, wild waste, pollution found,
Now each passing year, 50,000 fewer species, under the dome.

Come 2100 A.D., if man is still alive,
If blue oceans have not breached the castle wall,
If birds still sing, if fish still school, if frogs still thrive,
Perhaps human-kind may regard that holy sacred call.

Tipping point, beyond the thrust of no return,
Each sunrise tilts this fragile world towards the chasm edge,
Flat earth was but a dream, hatched in those days of empire concern,
Yet fear, slipping o'er the hidden rim, made men wary of that mythic ledge.

Now the Dodo bird is gone, passenger pigeons, that seemed heaven sent,
Right whales once scarfed untold numbers of fat Atlantic cod,
Mysterious capelan spawned, sated puffins crooned, dressed by nature's skillful bent,
Mutation forms a foreign footing, transmogrifies our blessed pod.

Bright stars, twinkling galaxies, gaseous nebulae revolve,
God's wrath released, let there be light, scribing this hallowed tome,
Yet man's two hands, bewitched by nature's garment, savagely evolve,
Crimes beyond our earthly station, corrupts hearth, destroys our blessed home.

Survival, air, water, soil, a congenial mix,
Constitutes venerated life, sacrosanct by the word of God,
Terror, terrorists, annihilate this hallowed fix,
Hubris, greed, seven deadly sins, court this demonic nod.

Time and space, life too, is short,
Deserts grind man's fallacious faith, the race we ran,
Untold storms raze this once charmed court,
Dogma builds our funeral pyre, resulting in a burning man.