Teen Ink

   The end of God's grand gift to man is near.

This victim of his own satanic greed

Now stands with shuttered eye and deafened ear

While Around him withered pods bear sterile seed.

Man's doom will come when noxious pools of slime

Shall wreck what was the once majestic seas,

Which teemed with loving forms from start of time

But yields now fumes to vanquish heaven's breeze.

As clouds of darkness hide Apollo's star

And sadness settles on sweet Nature's face,

Then man, the beast now caught in pits of tar,

Will Eden's garden leave a barren place.

Without remorse, none holds his head in shame;

The verdict reads that all shall bear the blame.