Got a letter from the Earth

So, what are you doing to save the world

From the sorry sons of bitches

Who are mucking up the place?

How are you helping

Or are you just shutting your eyes

And going along with it

Throwing up your hands

And saying it’s too much for me

And after all, what I do makes no difference

Maybe you should arm yourself

With knowledge as your weapon

To walk lightly and leave, at best, a soft footprint

Maybe you should teach what you know

And then you can help to save the world

One soul at a time

Because after all, said the Earth

I will recover

You won’t