Next year this time
don't you say you love me,
Unless you take out the poison you corroded my bosom with,
and trash it in a bin,
and stop smoking so much,
for it pollutes my children's breath and skin.

Next year this time,
don't you say you care for me,
Unless you stop butchering my kids in the ocean,
stop uprooting innocent lives from my forests,
and start nurturing them with some emotion.

Next year this time,
don't you say you worry about me,
Unless you stop wasting away my treasures
disrespecting them for your pleasure
and start acting wisely.

Next year this time,
don't try to woo me,
by celebrating me for one day
when you blatantly kill me every day.

- Mother Earth  on Earth Day