A peeve of mine, for what it’s worth,
Is how we treat our Mother Earth,
Each acting like a spoiled teen –
Self-centered and a little mean,
Not thinking of what’s good for all,
Won’t sacrifice or take the fall.
“It’s not my job to save this land;
Let others lend a helping hand.”
And yet, like teens, as we grow old,
Supplies grow lean, the earth grows cold,
We come to realize much too late
We’ve left our world in quite a state,
And had we even done our share,
Our kids could breathe in cleaner air.