OH GOD ! - WE'LL SAVE THE WORLD

Cough my world

illuminated by opaque stars,

gray is the sky,

I can hardly see it.

The birds miss their nests,

that indolent hands knocked down,

  and maybe the new generations,

they will read stories of a clean sea

that took yesterday.

The children will walk with their heads down,

as royalty will,

the sea rushes polluted

and the green increasingly dries up,

let's leave a different world,

I planted many trees

and still not enough.