The sweltering heat or abuse
It is there no more for anyone’s use 
Had it been God’s hand to part the waters 
for a trip to the promised land, 
then it could be understood
This is the product of reckless abandon
The substituting of sensible actions 
based on concrete predictions 
For greed and lust
Now all we have is dust
And the sinking sand for a foundation
Dust, dust of which we were made
Dust, dust of which we shall return
Soon
Sooner than we should’ve

The sunny beach gone, 
the merry fisherman’s song now a day laborer’s wail,
the horizon nothing but a border between sky and land
Could the land walk away from us as did the sea?
The damage to our world irreparable
Maybe it’s not such a bleak situation
Scientists did report evidence of drops of water on Mars
Hey, we have more land space to deal with 
exponentially increasing population
More land to cultivate
More land for graveyards