It will never again be the same,
the world we knew has grown
ashen, washed of color, our vision
monochromatic, our ears deaf.
We have engineered this in our blindness,
unable to see the corrosion we
have loosed, we are Pandora, we
let free the lid of the box, our greed
met by the ghosts of those we
have condemned, those yet
to be born, who will never be born.
We have squandered our birthright,
squandered that of those to come.
And what will they say of us, what
will they call us if not assassins
for we have burned it all down
and our ashes will be carried off
on the unchecked winds of time