Dear Future Generations

• Elizabeth Raffin, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I'm sorry that we kill the earth,
I'm sorry we don't care,
I'm sorry that we plough the turf
And leave the earth so bare

I'm sorry I only think of myself
And what's happening in the present,
All we care about is wealth
And how we can get every cent

I'm sorry we don't think of how
We kill and hurt and take
Killing every sheep and every cow
All mistakes we make

I'm so sorry we don't understand
All the wrong we do
I'm sorry that we've killed the land
But now it's up to you.