Environmental Prophecy

I can be quite sure, conclude, and deduce,
Our necks are measured to fit the noose,
The dinosaur’s age is quickly coming back,
The human race is unfortunately out of luck
We are running out of breathable clean air,
Environment and we have an ongoing love affair,
The oceans are oiled, our lands are soiled,
Our brains are radio waved and cellular broiled,
The Sun’s gamma rays and infrared radiation,
With ultraviolet cause massive sterilization,
So smile the human race look up to the sky,
Wave your arms it’s your final good bye,