After the last fish has died
Fried in your river of regret
And the truth that you denied
Has slipped right through your net
After the last tree is felled
And the earth is scorched and burnt
The air you breathe is poisoned
From the lessons you never learnt
After the last word you heard
Still echoes inside your head
And the colour of your money
Can't even buy you any bread
After the last well runs dry
You thirst and hunger in the cold
Unable to feed your greed
With crumbs of silver and gold
After the last rays of the Sun
Have set your shadow free
From the guilt that was built
As blood spilt into the sea
After the last page is turned
And the book of life is read
Will you wait with your fate
Surrounded by the living dead.
Lyndon Queripel
