Ailing Earth by Olajide Ojedokun

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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.

 


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