We are a kind of many sins
And few qualities to redeem us
Whether we meant well matters not
After all, who would believe us?
Contaminating Mother Earth
And poisoning Her skies
We have wounded Her so terribly…
Acidic tears She cries
Killing our furred and winged brethren
For trophies to hang upon our wall
Trading the forests that fuel our breath
For flames that deplete it makes no sense at all
Tell me why not everyone can see it this way
Tell me why can we not change
Tell me it is not too late
Tell me hope is within our range
I mourn for those lost through war and plague
But simultaneously I wonder
Are we truly that worse off
With one less Human blunder
The damage we have caused this place
Will never entirely disappear
The reparations we can do
Would take the work of many a year
As the wet drips down my face
I must apologize
Not just for them, but me as well
For we all are guilty of our crimes
