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Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Eyes opened, they saw a sore sight. A blight. Skies torn asunder, cities struck by thunder.

The earth literally trying to shake us off.

The seas churn - Thirst for land is what it yearns.

But we've suffocated the Earth
So the Sea is happy to reciprocate.


Our own making but you're tired of that.
Hide behind your God
-Was he made for that?-
Ransom you got will and choice from that,
Steward of the Earth you was made for that.

Tree keeper
Therefore Bee keeper
And wildlife's guardian,
Guardians of decay that's what we've sown -  Her demise,
Reapers of chaos we've earned
Her despise...
Written off the top of my mind after a night shift,
Trying to focus on climate change and
Beliefs surrounding it.
Mahdiya Patel Oct 2017
We are all rapists
Of the most beautiful women
We abuse her body
And make her feel less
We fill her with our destructive ***
To the brim

Drip , drip , drip
She's gonna explode with our morbid "love juice"
We as humans have altered the way we love
Instead we destroy and survive
We **** like animals
Bent over in the street
And we keep penetrating her soft curves and harsh waves , her valley like stretch marks

And yet
She still provides for us
She gifts us with the perfect combination of gas
To keep destroying and filling her as she closes her eyes and can't fight anymore

Until she can't exist anymore and our animalness won't have a place to prosper anymore.

~M.P
olivia jade Sep 2017
food tastes better when nothing had to die for it,
cry for it, lose its precious life for it.

your burger tastes like ******
your bacon like lives that were taken, shaken, foresaken.

you dig your polished fork into pork as you talk
about how the oceans are shrinking, sinking, wishful thinking.

you serve fish on a gleaming dish as you wish
that numbers of whales, eels, sharks and seals were not dwindling.

you spend time crying for the polar bears dying
as your bacon is frying, and it isn’t the only thing.

you gorge on tender beef although you aren’t the thief
that stole it’s very life from it.

you chit chat about mass extinction and animals dire fate
whilst the crux of the problem sits on your plate.
Seema Sep 2017
The angry drops of rain
Cries on natures pain
A way to voice to the beings with brains
Whose mentality is no less than a clogged drain
The earth soaks as much as it can
But the credit is always given to man
Who pollute and poison this environment
And leave other living beings in torment
The rivers flood, bursting their banks
Water rise from their usual ranks
It's flash flooding at this time of the day
But more to come as the high tide is on its way
Businesses and school operations are at halt
Still we humans don't admit our fault
If we look after our surroundings well, globally
And focus on environmental change locally
We could atleast relief nature from it's pains
For, I hope most of us start using our brains...*


©sim
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
The world is close to shattering.
Tyrants, Heartless Pychopaths -
Lead the world to volcanic ends.

Where the pressure builds,
Heat rises, Volume increases.
The Chamber cannot take it,
It overflows.

And the fauna gets burnt, Dead,
The flora - Ashes.
& the people consume.

Consume until consumed,
Devoured completely.
And they themselves are
To Blame.

We burn to embers
With the cinders,
Ashes left,
All that's left?

We had sight,
But blind with flase promises.
Blinded by fright,
But remember,
Darkness is blinded in the light.

Paths taken -
Others lost.
When you turn
What's the cost?
En route
Isna Maulidya Aug 2017
I visit this town every year.
Hoping to find something i can admire.
Nothing, nothing's really changed.

The talks
They keep asking me the same old questions
How old are you now? How's school going?

Oh dear,
let's talk about how our sisters suffer at the border.
Let's talk about the issue of segregated gender.
Let's talk about how our brothers live matter.

I'm craving for the talks about; how you and i will change the world?
Phoenix Bekkedal Aug 2017
The elk are uneasy
It's time to cross the lake
You can see it in their faces
The way their noses
Are just so still
The lake is a river
Running
Polar bears are caught
Coughing, paddling for the shore
To no avail
The elk stand tall
Take one step
Then none
global warming and deer!!!!!!
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
We born into a world with a purpose
and
to love.
We created products in this world
with the purpose
to be used.
The world is black and twisted now
as humans are used
and our creations are loved
Another poem from my journal.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
People spend money like water.
Especially the wealthy. As water flows downstream,
more comes in.
But for the poor, they live in a constant drought.
The sun is harsh for them so they labor hard to get by.
Until more gates open for the wealthy, they will
never know the value of a single drop...
Be grateful for what you have. Starting my life now, and my eyes are hit with the harshness of life. Its actually...quite terrifying
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