Can’t you hear the breath of the trees,
sharp, exhausted, like two tarry lungs
expending ‘til death, limp as two tongues;
once Gaia bloomed, now She does wheeze!
Can’t you see our Earth recoiling,
choking on spoilt soil, flinching away
as mutant seeds spread death and dismay;
it’s our children’s blood we’re boiling.
Can’t you taste it in morning’s haze?
We suckled at Her, then discarded
the divine beauty, disregarded,
then exploited in our careless ways.
Can’t you smell it in the fruit's decay?
Our disunity bred a ruthless terror;
plunderers misled our pitiful Terra,
now, civilisation will have its way.