Ignorant to the Truth
By Milla R
Published 13 September 2021
I count my hopes,
For what I hold so close,
my earth,
with so much worth.
The polar bears sleep rough,
While you’re warm enough.
The icicles they drip,
As the temperatures tip.
The air fogs,
As you buy the latest catalogs.
The earth is dying,
And you’re justifying.