Urgent Desideratum

We are the keepers of hills Of creeks and rivers and savannahs Yet the shrills Of the afflicted echo throughout the world Filling Earth’s threshold with painful noise We sleep amidst the desperate cries Of animals, lands and skies, though We percede to slumber, to lie still whilst Scorched trees succumb to our relentless inferno Now the birds and heavens fly low From our polluted breaths Our waste infects the light, blights the world with deathly whispers An endless fury of fire and smog Until this world is crippled and blind Now when will we realise, when will we find Will we only know when the stars align? That our world is dying, injured, and paralyzed But there is a way to stop it, to save this kind, Enchanting world But we have to wake up