by Joshua Zambrano

Created on: December 04, 2008

Never seen, ever heard; hear the chirping of a bird
Pollute the waters, chop the trees; shoot the birds and squash the bees
For always have we the last word; yes, these will be our legacies

Regal eagle, soaring high; sees the deer as they pass by
Snipe the eagle shoot the deer; spread the carnage, spread the fear
They were our last legacies; death will come from loss of these

Factories grow, mankind grows greater, species die, we'll save them later
Smog and people now abound; there's pollution all around
What we need's more factories; there's no room for legacies

Fur coats, wallets, paper mills; surely it should give you chills
Sapping up our planet's life, we would never e'er think twice; wow that suitcase sure looks nice!
We could have a legacy; all we'd need is eyes to see

Many people, little food; nothing left to do but brood
What will now become of us, is this life all there ever was?
Now we have no legacy, death will come eventually

Busy cities, now ghost towns; is there life left to be found?
The howling winds the only sounds; to mourn the passing of what's gone
What once was done must always be; these last words? Our Legacy

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