The remaining trees stare at us today
with many unanswered questions
about their many dead kin
and the deforested land
Who will tell them
we were making paper
to make the same money
we say does not grow on trees?
Who will kneel
and tell the near barren earth
that we deeply excavated her belly
for her jewels, to build skyscrapers
amass wealth and carve modern Utopias?
Who will explain to Mother Earth how
children died of famine under whose feet
the same jewels from her belly were mined?
Who will say I planted the landmines?
Who will say I drank the now dry rivers?
Who amongst us will account
for the depleted ocean life
and polluted water?
Who will say I
burnt those toxic fumes into the air
melted the ice, and pissed off the rain?
When Mother Nature asks these questions
who among us will say, It is I?