The Blue Planet

We are soaring high
On a revolving spaceship
Called the blue planet

Our ascending voracious desires
Clipped the wings of
This planet’s splendour

We triumphed
In changing the shade
Of this blue beauty
To that of ugly

With the arms of dastardly freedom
We enriched her with population
And pollution
Felled trees, renovated the seasons
All to accommodate our globalised dreams

Our contemptuous vision
Has blinded us with materialistic obsession
At least now, let’s make it our mission
To revitalize our planet’s persona

Let the future
To whom we bequeath her
Regale in her gorgeousness!