This is a poem by Joshua Crisp. He don’t like it so much, but I think it’s great. Have a look:
Can you feel the mountain bleeding,
Weeping ice into the sea,
Tearing jagged flesh to float in chunks:
It’s broken, but it’s free.
Can you smell the oceans rising
Like a slowly marching horde,
That moonly grows in power
And hour by hour reclaims the land.
Can you hear the earth-skin cracking
From the hammers of the sun,
Its lips split and ripped from fracking
Til the oil reserves are done.
Can you hear the planet baking,
Or have you muffled out its screams,
Swaddled up in clouds we’re making
To fuel our pleasures and our dreams.