No created man is too big to take broom.
Filthy cities and homes are dark spell doom-
Enriching our environments with gifts of dirt.
The soils that spit our foods we choke to death.
Trees that cuddle us with fresh airs we murder.
Oil spillage drowns our fishes, we don’t bother.
And our worldly fate is self-poisoned at
the provoked hands of the nature’s wrath.
The beauty of nature we see no more.
Stars and moon usually brightly come,
Now dimmed by our pollution games.
We dilute our fresh and delicate air
with dirtiness of our deafened ears,
And we inhale the ends of our acts.
Raped is our mother earth out of life,
Not with our organs nor with knives,
But the hell of degradation we lit;
Melting the soul out of the ozone layer,
Making aliens tear our walls apart,
Raining on our skins deadly carbons,
Our leaves are fake and no more green
And everything we eat makes us sick.
Let’s not destroy our beautiful world
Let’s tell her we love her and show it
Let’s leave her better than we met it
People and nations come and go
But nature and God live forever
If we fade off quickly, we caused it.
Ayeyemi Taofeek Aswagaawy is an essayist and poet, published on many literary publications including Peregrine Reads and PIN Quarterly journal. He won the 2013 Equity Prize of Advocacy, LASULAWS Best Writer Award 2016 and other coveted prizes.