Acid rains – bullets burning

Felling Forests – chainsaws churning

Can we justify the greed

That’s killing off that vital seed.

Burning up the biosphere

Carbon footprint we were here

Falsely fanning fortune’s flames

Reaching far beyond the plains.

Plastic pollutants abound

Strangling the Orca’s sound

Sentenced by our selfishness

And utter lack of consciousness.

Soon the sun will have its say

For nature’s rules we did betray

Drift into darkness, not a trace

Another planet lost in space.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )