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 )