Dear Future.... (Edited)

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,
There were waves from down below,
And there were deluges above,
That left the zealots blaming all the gays,
And people asking "where's the love?"
Then, gone! 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 midnight ash within my blood,
And twilight ash within my soul,
Engulfing every fibre of my being,
Burning me out whole,
The sky is thick with thunder,
And there's lightning on the rise,
As we film this final digital,
We wait for our demise,
As there is nothing left but Africa,
Where we are hiding now,
Boycotting darkest Mother Nature,
Till' we take our final bow,
Ha, elephant is everywhere and, oh yes,
Elephant is here and there,
Since, see, you know, we're in their land,
Where they all live, upon this sand,
Let's just hope that you find this,
And decipher English tongue,
Just do not make the same mistakes we've made,
For karma's always won.