PLEA
In this natural world, our home
We destructively have roamed,
Killing wildlife and people
Burning towns and building steeples.
"We've come so far!"
We shout and cry
As people all around us die.
Have you even looked at where we are?
Yes, we've built cities...
On the bones of people we've burned.
Yes, we've created economies
But we are not eco-friendly.
Yes, our production is all running smooth
But do you not see this planet we'll lose
If we keep making plastic
It's not so fantastic
When corals are dried
and our forests fried.
When plastic is weaponized,
God, do you hear our cries?
Please hear our plea
For there's no planet B.
We don't want to leave
But will we ever be free
Of this chemically toxic,
beautifully exotic,
utterly psychotic
world?