The Man Who Dug His Own Grave
A young boy was once walking by, Whence he saw a very old guy. He was digging a hole in the ground, Seeing him, the young boy frowned. He asked him what he was up to, As he was digging the hole through. “I am digging a grave for me. For I may soon need one, you see.” “Oh, but who digs their own grave?” In shock, the boy went on to rave. “But sure everyone these days, Why? Does this you amaze? The rivers poisoned and the soil defiled, The air maligned and Mother Nature riled. The skies explode flooding down a city, Whilst another dries out in extreme pity. Extinct species will topple food chain, Causing imbalance, that’s just not sane. While melting icecaps drown away islands, How safe, you think, are our highlands? For surely, you know this is man’s doing, And he has Nature long since stewing. And should Nature choose to strike back, All of this would lay in dust, in just a smack. And thus, my boy, my own grave I dig...