The Earth is bleeding because it’s abused
Being took advantage of
It is wondering why we’re doing this; it’s looking for our love
No one owns this Earth of ours; its being is wholesome and free
Yet we claim her like an object, some sort of won trophy
Why do we abuse her so? Why do we crush her life?
When will we learn to love her? She makes a good housewife
All she does is care and nurture, all she does is breathe
Yet all we’re intent on doing is making her further grieve
Why not work with Mother Nature and love her like we should?
Why not stop this torture and treat her really good?
My poem here has ended, but the story continues on
Take care of our mother earth, so she can live on
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