Look up to the sky what do you see?
Does it feel wrong or is it just me?
The Earth bleeds as we live.
Nobody feeds and nobody gives.
Hate, blood, sloth, and greed fill our streets.
Our soldiers in the desert die in defeat.
What can one do to save the place we live on?
She is always sick from dusk until dawn.
Can we save her from extinction?
Or will she suffer from our nations?
When will we open our eyes and hearts?
The answer to that question shouldn't be never,
But it seems we won't as long as there are marts.
Mother Earth I am sorry please forgive me for poisoning you with my presence.
The sad thing is that all of that is true. We poison the earth in the sense that people litter, pollute the air, and destroy its natural beauty with industries, and self wanted things. If only people could realize what we've done to the earth maybe we could start restoring it instead of destroying it. who knows? As for the poem... Very good write, It made me think which is a good thing for a poem to do. Keep up the good work.