A solemn hymn sung silently
by the mournful trees.
The weeping willow
cries openly, a copse
surrounding the corpse
of a fallen evergreen.
Agonised words fall
from crooked silhouette trees.
Help
Me.
They shroud the ground,
a funeral for the flora.
Screams from the waves,
echoing between
the flotsam of human waste.
Reverberating across
the oceans and seas.
Tortured pleas.
Save
Us
Please.
Sing a carol for the coral,
a wake for the waters.
Birds drop like stones,
a murder of crows never to atone.
Sing an anthem in their name,
smoke follows flames.
Pollution in fumes,
no more flowers in bloom.
The rainforests doomed.
The animals cry.
A union of souls sacrificed.
A mournful goodbye.
We turn a blind eye.
Torn up the bestiary,
housed in the vestry
of lost hope.
Someone read the last rites,
get them all together on private flights.
Sell plastic tat as merchandise.
It will be alright.
just turn off that light.
Mankind suffocates on its knees.
No more bees pollinating,
no more trees.
Oxygen depleted.
Fleeting images of angels singing,
become fever dreams of demons in a blink.
Waters diseased, as the lands start to sink,
pollution wafts on the breeze.
Humans pray to be saved,
asking for a final reprieve,
but the universe turns a blind eye
and sings a eulogy for a dying planet.
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