Our Dying Earth

I sit and look around my world.
I see nothing but pain.
I hear seductive lies whispered by the governments forked tongue.
I can feel my world dying as I stand upon its marred flesh.
I see the pockmarked effects of war upon my planets skin, borne by the cancerous creatures called mankind.
I see the plastic smiles and synthetic bodies worn by societies ‘elite’.
I smell their fear of being found imperfect.
I need to know where our world went wrong.
At which point did we begin to care more for ourselves than our beloved home?
Our beloved, life-giving Earth?
I want to know when we will start caring again.
See, hear, want, need, but cannot say a word.