What is this earth that our grandparents gave?
Couldn't they do something with an effort brave?
With things still in control, why didn't they save?
They've given us a shortcut from birth to the grave
There is no more ice to be seen at either pole
The ozone layer is dented with many a hole
Just to remain alive is our most important goal
God knows when from this body exits my soul
No seasons, only summer is marching
Each day is more and more scorching
My eyes wander here and there searching
But it's difficult to see a single bird perching
Has been ages since we had some rains
Wars are being fought just for food grains
Fear of survival is foremost in our brains
Yet, being alive seems to bring no gains
Not even a single tree to give us a bit of shade
Not a drop of water, only mirages distantly fade
An awful result of the famed technology they made?
Why were they so selfish? Did their ethics degrade?
Water resources seem as scarce as vowels
Everything has now dried-oil and water wells
There is no water even to wash our bowels
Unfortunately, we are forced to use towels!
The seas, with waste afloat, are hard to face
The land is an eyesore, no greenery to trace
Non-biodegradable items strewn all over the place
What sin did we commit to inherit such a disgrace?
Plant and animal life is something seldom seen
We have only pictures of what the past had been
To restore the earth's glorious past, we are keen
But our resources are limited and chances are lean
Most of the streets are filled with garbage and litter
Polluted air prevents us from spotting stars' glitter
It's an understatement to say this experience is bitter
Why did our grandparents away their chances fritter?
My grandparents told me earth then was a paradise
Why didn't they preserve it, why weren't they wise?
Why did they have to give us such a weird surprise?
They just wanted to enjoy their own life, I surmise
An irreversible result of short-sighted exploitation
Responsibility lies with each previous generation
How I wish now that I could to make an alteration
But, alas! It's too late now even for a transformation
We are helplessly sad and resigned to our fate
We're just waiting to enter heaven / hell's gate
Who is responsible for such a pathetic state?
Whoever it is, it would be a pointless debate
