The world is hurting

The world is hurting

If the world was alone,

Would it have the moon to loan?

Would it , could it be crying of the burn?

Could we, would we ever learn?

It aches.

Its lakes, flakes;

its loneliness,

it showed its frailness. 

Let them know!

It would show.

Global warming,

the world is mourning.

Hurricanes, streams-

Children’s screams!

The world is hurting,

while we were destroying, ‘’the world is ours’’ we were once blurting.