Green Thought: a Plea
Derision of her
Ageing health
Putting us on threat
Devout greed breeding
We forget to listen.
Her chronic wound,
She bleeds in timber,
Pleads with fume, industrial
Instead to nurse her
Day by day our torture
Digging: her grave.
Vanishing water sheds,
Oh! Leading nations
It’s time to think:
Money can not pay back
The carbon we emit.
Think of the future we live for,
When, will we think?
Her cry is our cry,
Her pain is our pain
Try not to smear asphalt
Into the green face,
Of: our mother earth.
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