S.T.O.P

The soil is scorched.
The leaves are crisp.
The world is brown.

You have to stop it.

The children are crying.
The women are screaming.
The men are running.

You have to stop it.

Turn to the east,
and see the despair.
Tur to the west,
and see the ignorance.

You have to stop it.
It will destroy us all.