Alone now flies the flocking bird
and less now is Dawn’s Chorus heard.
The world we knew crumbles to nought;
exhausted by life’s battles fought
against a foe who knows no fear
although our own end we bring near.
As species sing their own death songs
we act like all the world belongs
to us, the masters of it all;
too wise to see our own downfall.
And when it comes we will lament
this tribulation Heaven sent.
We’ll blame it on some god above
and swear to shower him with love.
But if we want to stop this fall
the choice is there; it is our call.
We can choose to live with ease;
doing just what we may please
or we can choose to take a stand
and help to save this crumbling land.