I see the trees
cut into piece
I smell the air, it smells of dirt
the waters are dead
the land is a mess
the creatures are dying
our planet is crying
what have we done;
what have done to the world?
I hear her cry
can you listen
tick tick tick
her heart is beating
as fast as a clock
or fear of the unknown
her womb is a victim
and we are the oppresor
what have we done;
what have we done to the world?
Put away the fire
rust the Saws
obliterate the hate;
heal the world.
