People, please.
We say we don’t have impact,
But have you ever stepped on a single thumbtack?
Felt worsened by a single person?
Have you thought about Alexander the Great,
Who took the established world and put it into a single state?
People, please.
Do you not see how one becomes many?
One thrown away straw,
Just a piece in the jigsaw.
One tossed bottle,
How it helps push the throttle.
One person who doesn’t care,
They’ll send out a measly prayer,
And let the world get caught in a snare.
Oh, how it does not seem fair.
How one becomes many,
It adds up to more than plenty.
The environment is going downhill,
And it’s going to take more aid than goodwill.
People, please.
We litter like we’re sprinkling glitter.
We use plastic as if it’s not drastic.
We pollute because the Earth is mute.
We laugh it off like a silly cough.
We don’t care, as if the world isn’t in despair.
People, please.
We must see the damage we are doing to the globe.
Where one piece of trash could make a big splash,
There’s more than enough we downplay,
That will let the world wither away.
We lose a hundred acres of forest a minute.
Then what will we throw in the fire pit?
Will we then breathe through a kit?
Will we become a human counterfeit?
People, please.
We easily see the destruction plastics cause.
Production emits too much carbon dioxide
That we can’t suddenly outride.
Consumption is at one million bottles a minute.
And yet, we do not quit.
Ninety-one percent of plastic is recycled incorrectly,
Which means we’re causing destruction directly.
It stays in oceans and outweighs marine life.
It’s like we’re cutting up the world with a hunting knife,
Putting the world into a state of strife,
Murdering as if that’s the way of life.
People, please.
We need a world to last for the next generation.
To not have our world in a state of mutation,
To not have our hopes in constant deflation,
To not have our animals suffer starvation,
To not have our planet reach decimation.
People, please.
We need a world to last for the next generation.
To have an education that develops imagination,
To have a society filled with innovation,
To have science foster further exploration,
To have a planet fit for habitation.
People, please.
I beg of you, on my knees,
That we stop here and freeze,
To think and put the world at ease
And stop acting like an environmental disease,
Before we’re but a breeze,
Among the dead trees.