This is the Way We Live

A poem I wrote about the abuse we cause toward the Earth

This is the way we live

 

on our Mother Earth

and these are the selfish people

who inhabit the world

who mistreat this wondrous orb

who discard plastic bags and trash onto the green, green grass

and because we treat our planet like a never ending garbage can

and because we cut down the trees and destroy the natural beauty

 

This is the way we die

 

on our filthy Mother Earth

and these are the selfish people crying

who now realize the Earth they inhabit is precious

who are beginning to care about the prosperity of the environment

who cling to their hopeless lives on the garbage covered world

and because we didn’t care in the past

and because it is too late to change our ways

 

This is the way the world will end

 

no more Mother Earth

and the selfish people have died

who will no longer inhabit the world

who will never again mistreat this wondrous orb

who will never again throw trash in the wind or onto the green, green grass

and because we treated the Earth like a garbage can

and because we destroyed all the trace of natural beauty,

 

This is the way we lived.

This is the way we died.

This is the way the world ended.

Author's Note

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