the world we created

The world we found was luscious and beautiful.

Now it is nothing but feeble and weak,

A planet gasping and choking on the entrails of our poison,

Like an orchestra of machines wielding great anger. 

The earth has turned a hue of utmost black,

Which once was a cacophony of exquisite blues, greens and gold,

Is now nothing but hostility.

Silvery fish gasp their last breath, as the ocean becomes their tomb. 

We extend our hands stained with filth, to contempt our careless greed. 

I dream of skies, wide open and blue,

And of seas deep and rich with life. 

But plastic jungles now arise,

Where once a tree danced in the wind. 

The most formidable opponent has not the power to be stopped,

But only the power to rain chaos. 

Therefore, this place we harmed is bruised and sore,

 And so, the world we created has succumbed to pollution’s relentless force!