by M. J. Schlagle

Created on: April 19, 2008

How many misty mornings will we see dawn's light?
How many stars will be left to twinkle bright?
Or will they just give up the fight?
Just vanish from our failing sight.
What are we going to leave the children now?

The leaves of the dying trees fall one by one.
The once proud giants wither away beneath the sun.
I wonder if they ever pondered why?
We just stood there and watched them die.
What are we going to leave our children now?

The waters of the rolling seas are turning brown
Life gasps for air but we just let them drown
Bottom nets have become a fish's fate.
As we heap mounds of seafood on our plate.
What are we going to leave the children now?

Now fear and confusion have put us on the spot
We wonder who has the power to blow away the whole damn lot
All it's going to take is a half crazed man, giving all he's got on a one-night stand.
What are we going to leave the children now?

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