"Who Shall Save Man from Himself"

I took a walk around the world 

and my eyes beheld a world stricken of pains and stinking of plagues

A home turned a dome of hell

abandoned of love and hope, but full of boils and pains

The old ones live forever

But the young die even before they turn grey

for they live not in the ways of the old

but have chosen to follow the follies of their ingenuity

and often they go too soon to make abode in the graves

So who shall save man from the consequences of his creation

The reward of his brilliant madness

for he wants to live in the sky like birds 

but the Earth is his home 

Oh how he denies the food the Earth gives

and see how he nourishes on the wastes he stole from nature

whereas the mother Earth has sufficient for him.

Who shall save man from himself

for dies slowly of his habits

but still he gloats in the pride of surpassing nature and he has failed to see the harm

yes, the harm he has done the Earth and even himself

He's fattened up on the oil that soothes the eyes but spells evil to his heart

he's enrich his guts with thorns of death

enabled by his negligence and blindness

Oh! he dances in madness to his end 

But who then shall save man , lest he destroys himself and make empty our dear Earth

Who then shall heal the world ?