The Future Is Nigh

by Juan Manuel Perez

air, air, everywhere
none of it of any worth
what we’ve done to earth

we’ve killed all the trees
planted metal-concrete seeds
land-scraped properties

we’ve killed all the bees
from fear of sting or disease
did as we damned pleased

air, air, everywhere
none of it of any worth
what we’ve done to earth

why, how can it be
abused the land, dried the sea
time to pay the fee

mankind, you and me
we’ve killed this world, don’t you see
soon we have to flee

air, air, everywhere
none of it of any worth
what we’ve done to earth