A Lament for Futurity

I weep for trees and forests,

We laid them all to waste;

Will children have no air to breath,

No atmosphere to taste?

I weep for mighty oceans

We trashed them to the brim.

Will children of the life therein

Protract no place to swim?

I weep for northern icelands,

A thawing polar crown.

Will children of the Inuit

Become condemned to drown?

I weep for fields and meadows,

Poisoned long ago.

Will children of the landscape

Reap no seeds to sow?

I weep for men's futurity

Ere I take my sleep.

Will children of the morrow

Beget no tears to weep?

                             ASJ