Human evolved forms shaped from clay there
Every billion people added to the total more
A garden cannot feed, there'll be less for all of us.
Even if it is assigned per mouth, it won't be fair
People who cannot speak, still hunger in their core
There will be an enormous collapse, a grave change
And then we can watch, in a short time, permanent
As the lush green fades to lifeless brown
Every day passes slowly
As the death desecrates the sacred ground
