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HEAR MOTHER EARTH SPEAK





From steam to the combustion engine
Dangerous smokes daily dished out to her baby clouds
Even though we are having several meetings; signing many treaties
We still haven’t attended to her daily plead


See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak



Many the Nations their trees; they fell
Many countries their Forest; less dense
Many cities uprising at much expense
Detriment to the soul of the mother without replenishment



See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak



All the Gs; 3, 4, 5 and more
To generates massive speed for our daily needs
A reality and prep to face more heat
Guess we aren’t checking many things, deforesting to get more Gigs


See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak



Even the deep isn’t left out of this gory head
Mother earth’s squids and whales can’t escape the unchecked human race
Coral reefs feeling the heat down beneath, tiny fishes dying of the spills ravaging the creeks
Oxygen in water turning toxic; it seems the waters are now boiling



See our warmth all together becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak



Let’s pay attention to her cry
Like Sege Akinlolu proposed; plant more trees; make a shade for the future
Human thirst without control is a signed cheque for future thirst withdrawal
The earth speaks; never pay a deaf ear, regard nature, regard the environment


We will get there; tend Nature



Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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