We sleep, eat, walk and work,
Day to day things,
not thinking of the earth.
The polution,
The dirty filthy air its having to breathe.
As we drink our morning juice,
As we work our shift,
every light switch left on is slowly heating this earth.
Those poor animals,
Unable to survive this.
We may have survived this once,
But they did not.
As the earth heats
We will talk our mindless chatter
We will worry our heads of many things.
As the earth heats,
And weather changes
We complain about the ever changing weather
The uncontrolable weather
The Extreme weather
We dont think 'actually this is our fault'
This is our fault
We are causing this.
Tonight I turned off the lights,
Sat in the Dark
It was peacefull
It was to save our futures.
It was to save our childrens and our childrens children.
As the Earth heats
Think of how to help it and ease its suffering.
Nice read. Enjoyed the message....you get your point across well without seeming over-bearing!
a nice theme..a walk of life and the evolution of how to live in this universe..a significant write...10
...it has a connection to the cosmic spirit and to the inner healing of every 'you'... its true 'we' turn our backs away from the truth- the niglegence of 'man' to love nature....nice work dear poet
How very true your words, put in an excellent way. Thoroughly enjoyed.....
Tonight I turned off the lights, Sat in the Dark It was peacefull It was to save our futures. It was to save our childrens and our childrens children. As the Earth heats Think of how to help it and ease its suffering. I can very much relate to this wonderful poem of yours... I can feel the anguish which most who have insight of whats happening around and how mankind is being deteriorated and destroyed by us... I would say that this is surely a great write of yours... Keep it up... Regards, Kamran
There's so much wrong with the world its knowing what to begin with, but the little we do to try and fix many of the issues many others unfold, a big worldly finger points at global goverments and so it should.10+ for this reminder to mankind
SAME EARTH WHERE WE LIVE POLLUTED BUT OWWWWWWWWW SAME PEN THAT WE PUSH POETIC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Idea of “The big switch off” is an excellent consensus choice and effort to help us realize the fragility of all that we have and consume. As depicted by your poem.