Your honor, I am an attorney
And my clients is the earth
She has been always mistreated
And neglected from her birth.
And I am pleading her case
In this court, today, your honor
One of her lungs can’t be cured
And we are looking for a donor
Otherwise she could be dead
By next summer or spring
And you and I will not be able
To cut flowers or to sing.
AS you can see she’s very fragile
She’s not that strong anymore
She can’t live like that much longer
Though she still answers the door.
So ‘m asking you, your honor,
For some wise justice on her name
And who else could we blames?
By Jesus Sanchez D-00280 C.M.F.
