The rivers once sang, now they choke on our waste,
Plastic veins bleeding, with toxins they’re laced.
Forests once whispered, now silent with grief,
Their lungs are on fire, their lives cut brief.
The sky wears a mask of smoke and despair,
Children inhale it, unaware.
The ocean, a graveyard of bottles and nets,
Its creatures are dying, do we forget?
We poison the soil that feeds our hands,
Trade beauty for profit, scorch sacred lands.
What legacy stands in the ashes we make?
A planet in ruin, a future at stake.
One Earth, one home, we’re tearing apart,
The wound is our doing, will we grow a heart?
