I write an earth that is dying.
Dying at our hand; which
makes it murder and not so
much just death.
I write an earth that is dying.
Unable to adapt fast enough
to the changes we are making
and not so much because it is time.
I write an earth that is dying.
Most will never claim their
part in starving her of life
and choking her on greed.
I write an earth that is dying.
And, I am to blame.
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