WHO IS TO BLAME?

The twenty-first century – filled with alarm,
Our planet suffers, nature loses its charm.
It slips through our fingers, drained and dry,
Leaving behind only grey in the sky.

Forests vanish, rivers run bare,
Waters grow murky, life gasps for air.
Fields suffocate, no stream to be found
Where once was paradise – only ash on the ground.

Northern ice melts like smoke in the breeze,
Deserts expand with troubling ease.
Rain doesn’t come where it once was prayed
Then floods strike fast where drought had stayed.

Where crops once grew, now dust and despair
And heat overwhelms lands once cold and rare.

Who is to blame? We, children of Earth,
Who scorched her soul, robbed her of worth.
We took and we took, but never gave back,
Turning nature’s riches into a lifeless track.

But there is still hope while she draws breath,
While leaves still unfurl, while waves beat back death.
While birds still sing beneath open skies,
And wild ones roam where freedom lies…