Brash and rash, we set out,
For progress, time we devote,
Resources, we slowly deplete,
Thence annihilation will be complete,
Saints we don’t have to be,
Just need to, with an open mind see,
Advancing we say, but are we really?
Consuming indiscriminately, freely.
In the name of process lubrication,
There’s by product of waste creation,
This earth, we do have but one!
Exploitation, alas, can’t be undone!