It can be happened?

Over the century past
And the human made in dust
The memories won't last
But the human take a mask

The new generation comes
The poverty expands
The rich man will laugh
And the poor man will cry over and over

Now, I feel that the air turning
Into gas that suffocate me;
The garbage melting into liquid
That toxic my body bit by bit.

The mother earth cries,
Cause the Pacific Ocean dries,
The illegal loggers try
To cut the tree of life!

I'm wishing and hoping
That I born in the past
And feel the nature with glad
And be thankful to God for a wonderful land!

BUT NOW I SEE THE EARTH WITH FULL OF
SUFFERING AND PAIN!

Do you imagine the earth tomorrow?
What is the life of your grandchildren in the future?