Dear Future....

Oh, Dear Future,
My name's Jack,
It seems Miss Nature,
Packs a whack,
We've taken quite a beating, see,
And we'll be done in digits, three,
It started with America,
She flooded, blooded, crashed,
A nor'easter came soon afterwards,
To deal the final bash,
Then, she swept Japan and Russia,
Into quite a mighty storm,
Stretching several thousand miles,
There was nothing in the morn,
Europe followed in their footsteps,
Then, there went ol' China, blue,
Pakistan, Korea, up in flames,
And down in ashes, too,
There is nothing left but Africa,
Where we are hiding now,
From the wrath of Mother Nature,
Till' we take our final bow,
Let's just hope you come across this,
And decipher English tongue,
Do not make the same mistakes we've made,
For karma's always won.