Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Painting to Doom

The planet Earth a canvas be

Upon which humans ever paint

In a constant pollution spree,

All land, water and air to taint.

The powerful tell powerless

Not to paint pollution so much.

But who is painting the most - guess!

Elite pollute all that they touch,

But then point their fingers to blame

Deterioration of Earth

On ev'rybody else with aim,

Make future worthless for now worth.

Masks worn will only delay death.

We'll paint till that last gasping breath.