A symphony of sirens, not of birdsong sweet,
A canvas of concrete, where green shoots retreat.
We choke her with plastic, a gaudy, grim shroud,
Her breath, a thick smog, a poisonous cloud.

The rivers run black, tears of industrial grime,
A toxic cocktail, a slow, agonizing climb.
Mountains of garbage, monuments to our waste,
A festering wound, a beauty defaced.

We scar her with drills, gouging deep in her side,
For treasures we plunder, with arrogant stride.
Her forests, her lungs, we carelessly fell,
Leaving barren landscapes, a desolate hell.

The oceans, once teeming, now choke on our greed,
A graveyard of plastic, a horrifying deed.
Creatures entangled, their lives slowly ebb,
A silent indictment, a mournful, soft sob.

“Reduce, reuse, recycle,” a mantra we preach,
Yet our actions betray, the lessons we breach.
We litter with abandon, a casual disdain,
For the Earth that sustains us, again and again.

You can’t be serious!? This blatant disregard,
For the planet that cradles, so fragile and scarred.
We poison her waters, we pollute her pure air,
With a reckless abandon, a chilling despair.

How long will she suffer, this silent abuse?
How long till we wake up, and finally choose,
To mend what we’ve broken, to heal and restore,
Before Mother Earth screams, and can take no more?