Polluted
Polluted
The earth's healing now
And the layers of pollution are fading
As the animals roam care-free, and we stay in;
The tables, have turned on human beings.
In this new-found leisure
We have taken to varied tasks
Learning more and more each day
Of our creativity's forgotten parts
As we breathe in the pure air
And look up at the clean sky
We wonder, don't we?
Where had they hidden for the past decades
As on the terrace we lie
It feels so much better
To see a pollution-free world
Then... how much better could it be
To cleanse the 'inner world'...?
Who knew?
A life within these 4 walls
Could kindle such a self probing;
Digging into the depths of this soul and mind...
Paving a new path... for a new life...?
As the world turns over a new leaf outside
I ask myself, in my mind,
What if humans followed the lead too
And discarded its self-made segregations
(Or, am I thinking of a utopian time?)
To instill the seed of humanity and compassion
In the heart of all the people
It can't be such a Herculean task
For the walls of prejudices to crumble
So, with us, and us alone, it lays
To decide what to do
Whether we seek a purer and healthier outlook on life
(Or... will a polluted one continue?)