The world began with me, there was nothing before,
History what's that? Your past is a bore.
What's here is here, before it was simply not there,
Whether it took millennia to develop, I simply don't care.
It's all for me to steal, to take, to sell,
If you object, you will be sent to hell.
The oil, the water and even the air,
Is for me to consume and to make profit my share.
Who cares if it's all gone when I am old,
There is nothing left, it's all been sold.
There was nothing before me, an empty world,
It was mine to abuse, and I have the gold.
To slow down, to ration, to conserve the supply,
You would need to start now before we all die.
Nature’s a tool. For man, thats a rule.
summed up quite poetically. Unfortunately, the prognosis does not look good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
You would need to start now before we all die. Beginning of the world with life is perceptive. An amazing poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned.