Climate Crisis

Earth:

Mined and spat upon,

Pyres high, are made way too tall,

A heart dead, so dull.

Water:

Our poor pale blue dot,

A fork can not drink you full,

Empty oceans, cruel.

Air:

Up and all around,

Invisible gasping crowd,

Dirty, poison now.

Fire:

Hotter and hotter

Flames furrowed our sinful brows,

The ashen rain fell.