There are scars here.
They can never be healed
Nor patched up.
The trees are gone.
The rivers going to stop soon.
The oceans filled with salt.
You never seem to care
unless it's coming to you.
But what about us?
The generation after you.
Will there be anything left
to come into the world to?
Do you even care if there is?
How long will it take for you to notices?
To notice what you are doing to yourselves,
to us.
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