Sorry Mother Earth
Despite our abuse, she provides our air
With bright greens and blues and all their hues
But we won’t stop to love for her, we won’t dare
We dig and mine looking for all that is rare
While the balance tilts towards entropy
Despite our abuse, she provides our air
We pollute the oceans with no care
With no self reflection, continuing to kick the can
But we won’t stop to love for her, we won’t dare
With clouds of smoke, like incense during prayer
Factories of plastic turn blue skies grey
Despite our abuse, she provides our air
The almighty dollar is what we declare
The market will fix it, no matter the cost
But we won’t stop to love for her, we won’t dare
We are no longer ignorant or unaware
The signs are too strong for us to ignore
Despite our abuse, she provides our air
But we won’t stop to love for her, we won’t dare
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This is my first attempt at Villanelle. Feedback welcomed.
Originally published on Medium on 2024-01-15.