Fury Breaks Its Silence

Fury Breaks Its Silence From South to North Pole, and beyond Glaciers crack, not by time, but by the toxins we’ve forced into the sky. Each gas, each smoke trail, a fingerprint on the Earth’s rising pulse. The Amazon chokes on fire, not lightning-born but sparked by greed, Its breath turned to ash by axes and ambition, It's silence now, a scream. On Andaman’s edge, the sea remembers; cyclones curl like clenched fists, fed by oceans we have poisoned with heat, Our wars echo in their howling winds. Floods rise where forests once stood guard, Rivers, once lifelines, now surge with rage, swollen by the weight of forgotten care, Their fury washing away more than the soil. This is not nature’s wrath; it is its reply. To bombs buried, chemicals sown, to every treaty broken with the Earth. From pole to pole, the message is clear: When we tear at the roots, The storm will answer.