The world is dying before me and together my people can still save it. I'm amiss a country filled with sickness and hiding, loss and sorrow, hatred and confusion.
What more does the future bring? I play my part in my contribution to the planet. More, more, more. There's always more that could be done.
Our fresh water will run dry and our animals will die. Our children's lives, maybe even ours, will be cut short.
More more more, we burn gases and destroy forests.
More more more, we drive creatures to extinction and harm each-other.
More more more, we heat the planet.. slowly killing ourselves and everything in it.
Few speak up about this. More and more join the fight every day. It's up to us to save Mother Earth. Because without her, we'd be nothing.
This global crisis is more than real. Many run from the sad truth it holds. Only we can save it now.
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PoetryA poem on climate change and the future of the world. This is my first poem so I'd greatly appreciate any [kind] feedback. 🌏
