"The earth", he loud proclaimed,
"Shall be destroyed and maimed,
By men who care not for the soil,
But choose to damage and to spoil."

His words were wisdom, that I knew,
And everything he said was true,
But he was lonely as a bird,
And of his wisdom no one heard,

And so for world it was too late,
And after many years of wait,
The world decayed, was barren, dark,
And savage dogs let out a bark

As they tramped round viciously,
In search of flesh to eat for tea.
All the human race extinct,
Except for me, the last I think.

I stood alone to see the death
Of life on earth, I struggled breath.
The world was like a barren waste,
And hopelessness is what I faced.

So I trampled round the streets
Where people once had come to meet,
And where some people once had walked,
And old friends greeted, laughed and talked,

Now replaced by nothing at all,
Only I: humanity's last dying fall.
The human race had died in pains,
And I was just its rotting remains.


© 2001 Matt Everett