Poem

O, Mother Nature, we have forsaken thee;

Mainly the ones that think they're really free;

Using up your resources without a doubt;

Forgetting about the love that you give out;

From the birds, to the trees, and other little things;

From fruits to vegetables, and watery springs; 

These creatures disgust me from the bottom of my heart; 

I wish you would wipe them out, so we can begin from the start;

Living in happiness across the land;

As the elite before us have so graciously planned;

"The end of the sheeple" is what we'll say;

As we're skipping into the sunset at the end of the day;

A new world is upon us, just to let you know;

So just sit back and relax and enjoy the show.