Perspective Crunch

By Sathvikh Sudhakar

See the axe, the end of my life,

The devil strikes, as I close my eyes,

Not one falls, not two,

All drop, as the flu

Tears flow out, I brace for the knife

I flow calm, cleanly and greenly,

Till trash fell, filling me deeply,

Polluted, and waste,

And trashed, and betrayed,

I ain’t the bin of the needy

I buzz lone, flower to flower,

Looking ‘round, shouting out louder,

Pesticides, the killers,

I’m the last, buzzer,

Pollutants, of all my nature

Ice I am, home of the Arctic,

Vanishing, the hot heat melting,

Polar bears, penguins,

Snow fox, we’re helpless,

I’m sinking, with life that’s drowning

Swim I did, dancing in the seas,

Together, with fishes like me,

Plastic floats, across,

Friends and I, consume,

Start to choke, until we are free

We humans, are the destroyers,

Of nature, and other livers,

Single-use plastic,

Deforestation,

We’re killers, of our only home

This poem is from the perspective of the victims of our actions, such as trees, rivers, insects, icecaps, and marine animals. It aims to convey a strong message that what we do will one day reflect on us and we must be protectors of our home planet and not destroyers.

By Sathvikh Sudhakar