Última generación

The flowers are gone now,
the lettuces, and the ham.
The ozone is a memory,
and heat a legend.
Last generation,
without brain or heart.

We must release from prison
a thousand unforgiven camels;
put polluters,
hunters and the bully,
and the mayor for being greedy.
Last generation.

There are no more colorful fish;
only rational beings,
and of the little animals
we only have postcards,
drawn, how beautiful,
in your imagination.
The colors faded away;
humanity was ignited.
We are left with a few clever ones,
without landscapes to paint.
Only forests of cement,
and mountains of metal.