NATURE, gives inspiration right?
But then, walking her down on the street of extinction
Humanity! Where is this distinction?
Maybe only and folly as a reward in school
When this shoe called nature
Is neglected, and rejected
Can you hear her pleading?
Bleeding as if guilty
‘Save my body’, my part (human)
For when it’s all gone
What else left other than mourn.
DO NOT, cease from your call
We are wise ones, not bias ones
Blimey! She is dying
Sharing a wretched man’s fate
Hope won’t be too late
To amend this rate…
Concerned about the state of things
…us forsaking our source.
©, Tolulope Amao