Concrete Jungle

They created a concrete jungle.
Loud machines tore apart my rich land,
Cement replaced soil, roads destroyed meadows.
Trees struggled in the shadows of skyscrapers,
While flowers suffocated beneath bricks.

They didn’t plan for the future.
Garbage was buried,
Factories spewed out smoke, thick and choking.
The sea tossed trash around in the waves,
The plastics were a poison.

They ignored my ominous warnings.
Climates were changing,
Crops needed more toxic pesticides.
Death and disease ravaged the earth,
Until there was neither blue sky nor brown earth left.

I am Mother Earth.
I have suffered.
They created a concrete jungle.

-- Andrea C., Adult