Pollution

Smoke fills my lungs as an endless fire rages on,

A cloth over my mouth, slowly killing me,

A storm of plastic in my ocean of tears,

Creatures chased by blades and falling forests,

Not natural.

They made this happen.

Light pollution killing turtles,

Smoke filling innocent birds' lungs,

A curse of pollution to be inherited by a new generation,

We are slowly killing this planet,

A race of destruction and we're running it.