“Help us“, cry the people of the world, to a earth long forgotten.

Forgotten to but a scattered few which, die each day.

Begging, They dance and sing, but the dance is wrong ,the song scrambled and dead.

the world falling around their heads still they just think of themselves and not of the things they've done.

They don’t think of the forgotten animals and plants even though that’s what started it all.

all the suffering and pain that could have been avoided.

The waters dried and the grass is dead nothing is left of the once "great people" that “ruled” this planet.

After the last person has danced and sung their self to an early grave. A bolt of lighting singles the next storm and the earth's next try at unselfish life.

The future or a possibility? You decide.