A century from now
We’ll reap what we sow;
An earth that is arid and dry
Letting out a silent cry,
Ignored by blissful showers,
Residue of the short sight of ours..
The product of human intervention
Will be a fate devoid of circumvention
Unless we decide to look down
And plant saplings all around,
Unless we decide to embrace
Not just the human race,
Unless we decide to let go
Of our disastrous, pointless ego…
Never, ever should human progress
Happen with ecological regress!
Should a brown planet be the legacy
We leave behind, without mercy?
Nay! The Earth is not our martyr
She is our precious divine mother!
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