Children of the Future

Children of the future
I know not how you may survive
The blatant callous disregard
We have for you, for this I cry.

The painful breaths you do now take
From putrid air we made for you.
The rancid water that you drink
Was made by many, not by few.

Some have tried to stop the filth
We knew these horrors might come true.
Sad, their efforts were but heard
Only by a very few.

People in this time and place
Put themselves before all else.
Ashamed, I know they’ve made your lives
A constant never ending hell.

I pray you find good life at times
As you wade through garbaged land.
I’m very certain, in fact I’m sure
The why you’ll never understand.


Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater