Ends of Days

The planet is crying,
In our hands it is dying.

Tainted rain,
causing torrents of pain.

Forests chopped,
Earth’s right hand lopped.

Species endangered,
our future is wagered.

Global warming,
and an Ice Age dawning

The planet is crying,
For we’re the ones dying.

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