If they come to us, amongst the stars or seaworms,
Or tapping on a slab of rock that blocks a tunnel,
And ask us what we have done,
We will be able to answer them:
We chose to wreck the web of life around us,
We were amused to bleach the coral reefs
And where we left a desert called satisfaction,
Only the rats and grasses last to breed.
So that is what we did for you: be grateful,
For we have built a great thing on the earth.
If it now crumbles, and our race is dying,
No doubt somewhere there comes another birth.