You are living in your own filth;
your hands are covered
with the germs of your waste.
You’ve thrown away everything
that made this earth unsoiled
and contaminated your lives.
Will you continue to exploit
the planet until its uses have
been completely depleted?
Will you wait to decide to
restore the world ‘til it is too late
and everything lies in ruin?
I like this poem, it reminds me of the Bible verse in Revelations where it says:"But the nations became wrathful, and your own wrath came, and the appointed time for the dead to be judged, and to give [their] reward to your slaves the prophets and to the holy ones and to those fearing your name, the small and the great, and TO BRING RUIN TO THOSE RUINING THE EARTH."-Revelation 11:18.
Very nice heart you have. ♥