Do you not sense, in the night stillness,
Silent screams of unborn generations ...
Those who must follow polluted pathways
Through the toxic world we\'ve bestowed?
Was it ours to decimate, rape of its resources,
That we may enjoy superfluous diversions
In the short lifetimes that we walk this road?
What if, as many believe ...
As wise elders and adepts have told us;
We are the ones who\'ll be coming back to
consume the poison fruit of the seeds we\'ve sown?
Do you not hear, in the night stillness,
Silent screams
That may be our own?