I love when the sky roars
And tells the world what for

Tells us how much
We've ruined our home
Our planet
Our Mother
Earth

With plastic and gas and oil and crap
Solid and light and water and air
We're throwing away
Without a care

I don't know why I bother
With words
And thoughts
And random art pieces
Or random text posts

No one will listen
To the same words again

They've been shouted
And whispered
Written
And sung

And still we burn
Under our sun