To see a beggar ignored,
To see them freezing in the cold,
To see them asleep in the streets,
The simplest gesture their bit of gold.
To see a child starving,
To see their bones so weak and brittle,
To see them crying for a hug,
Longing for love just a little.
To see the trees disappearing,
To see the creatures without a home,
To see them suffering without the forest,
Wandering helpless and alone.
To see the world falling apart,
To see it fading away and dying,
To see our Gaia being neglected,
I will never stop crying.