Wittiness my planet deteriorating, each content split, bombs screaming in the air with every hit.

Hear my planet crying, no food for a child, the mothers soft tears rolling into the bed.

See my planet splitting; children live in homes, with shinny metal objects flying in their bodies.

Witness my planet dieing, with adults being children, forcing them to take the role, childhood stolen, can never reclaim.

Know my planet ripping ,each day I see , how humans will never be eye to eye along this treacherous road.

The planet will never recover from the damage we have done. The perfect family song will no longer be sung