I see the place that I once called home
No longer does it look like what it used to be
It pains my heart to see what has become
Bit by bit it has been destroyed

The tress use to stand lively and tall
With their leaves swaying swiftly with the motion of the wind
Now they lay suffocated and paralyzed on the ground
No longer giving oxygen to those around

I remember the birds
Who use to sing songs of happiness
Now all is heard are songs of mourning and sadness
the joy once had now lays dormant

Why of all places they chose my home to destroy?
Do they have no compassion for nature and its inhabitants?
One can only hope that their eyes will see the crime they’ve committed
Leaving many homeless with their hearts afflicted