Last person standing - Nature's reprise

A faded sky,

with lights that blink,

The end of the world,

you're on the brink.

You stand and stare,

at the hazy glare,

You wonder how,

you let it get there.

From green fields,

to an emptiness,

From endless yields,

to a dirty mess.

Corrupting and polluting,

Mother Earth's gifts,

We look for excuses,

to pass off our hits.

You're the last person standing,

you no longer care,

You are no longer commanding,

your world is now bare.