I thought I would never see.
A land once powerful and free.
Use up its valuable resource.
Because of wanted greed.
What will we tell those who follow?
Your concerns are not ours
What world will we leave?
Will our future child even see a flower?
Some are concerned with the here and now.
But few can see past the years to come.
Our lives seem to rest in a known direction
The last drop of oil as the final destination.