The End of the World

As I walk down smokey paths,
I see the world around me burn,
No one is going to be spared,
There's death after every turn.

This simple world that should be free,
Has us locked down in chains of hate,
And sending joy out of our little ones,
Why is this our terrible fate?

All that will be left is ash,
Down on the cold, hard earth,
Nothing left for our habitat,
Nothing left for new birth.