Cost of Going Green
A forest felled for hands to write,
Of meadows lost in silent blight.
The ink is spilled, the page is signed,
A life exchanged, a vow declined.
A plastic vow, a metal womb,
A future dressed in nature’s tomb.
Recycled guilt, reborn regret,
A world on fire we won’t forget.
A poisoned river shouts in vain,
The trees lay bare, the sky in chains.
Yet banners wave with painted grace,
Greenwashed sins in veiled embrace.
What is the price of breathing free?
The cost is us—don’t you agree?
Of meadows lost in silent blight.
The ink is spilled, the page is signed,
A life exchanged, a vow declined.
A plastic vow, a metal womb,
A future dressed in nature’s tomb.
Recycled guilt, reborn regret,
A world on fire we won’t forget.
A poisoned river shouts in vain,
The trees lay bare, the sky in chains.
Yet banners wave with painted grace,
Greenwashed sins in veiled embrace.
What is the price of breathing free?
The cost is us—don’t you agree?
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Background: This poem critiques the hypocrisy of environmental efforts that are more performative than effective. It highlights how corporate and governmental greenwashing deceives people into thinking true change is happening, while nature continues to suffer. The phrase “a plastic vow, a metal womb” illustrates the artificiality of many so-called “green” solutions.
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