Misery of Our Mess

What we don’t need we give to her,
Amassing her with our trash and leftovers,
We give her our filth without guilt,
She sorrows and is troubled about tomorrow.

The human mess gives her much stress,
She embraces our waste,
They come from homes, cities and councils,
She’s wearied by them.

We dig through her,
Finding a place to dump and burn our refuse,
The heat travels through her releasing her volatile nutrients,
The smoke pervades her ambience disturbing its elements.

We beautify our homes,
We colour each day with fabrics of our pleasure,
Dressing the earth with tons of our waste,
Inundating her with our undesirables.