In the future, the world we destroyed will be masked with a thick layer of polluted air, overflowing with the hideous and revolting smell of garbage.
They will find us,
buried beside countless plastic bags, tin cans, and cigarettes that we made, as mother nature twitched in pain.
In the future, the world we destroyed has no sign of life. Clear lakes where fish swam is now brimming with toxic.
Plain fields where lions chased after their prey are now crowded with dead bodies, rotten and corrupted.
And they will find us,
buried beneath piles of hornless rhinos and toothless elephants, whose lives we greedily took away.
In the future, they will find us and think, “They’re not intelligent at all. They’re takers, and they never give.”