We are, each of us, responsible.

Song Saa, this idyllic isle, now warns us, what we should dread.
Explaining how, the life we know hangs by a thin, and thinning, thread.
Careless, we abuse our Earth, to satisfy desire,
Despite the warnings, the life we love, will certainly expire.
Dig the coal, pump the oil, let no-one bid us nay,
Pollute the air, poison the sea, and then on judgement day
We’ll not, from Heaven, hear our fate
But, by our mindless greed, too late,
Expose our luckless progeny _
To a spoiled Earth; Our infamy,
Will last for Eons, when they will say,
We spoiled their tomorrow, for our today.

George Potter