As man seeks to fufill his dreams
He does not seem to care
Tat he pollutes the lakes and streams
And fouls up the air.

He scorches the earth and cuts the trees
With just the thought of his own greeed,
Where ever he goes, a mess he leaves
Without a thought of future need.

Someday soon when he turns on the tap
And finds the water's not too clear
He will then be wishing that
He had held these resourses more dear.

And then when he gasps for breath
On the air that he has despoiled,
He will find thats it's a living death
Staying alive on what he has soiled.

Perhaps the only thing that we can do
Is to pass laws with a healthy fine,
This then may force him to
Remember where to draw the line.

The time is near, it's getting late.
He has despoiled nature since time began,
It seems as though this is his fate,
Man's inhumanity to man.