Greed

Sometimes I imagine holding a child one day

A warm cuddle, I'd give my whole world to lay

And I worry…I worry about the Earth she will crawl upon

About the air he’ll breathe at dusk and at dawn

About the waters they’ll drink, polluted and worn

Because this world feels wounded, shattered, and torn

Not by everyone, but the greedy and blind

The takers whose hunger devours mankind

They profit from power while the planet decays

Consuming, extracting, setting futures ablaze

Do they fear melting ice? Do they hear forests plead?

Or do they just smirk, still fueled by their greed?

Perhaps they know, and simply don’t care

Because backup planets feel close when you’re billionaires.

But what of the rest of the futures at stake?

Of the chaos our children did not choose to make?

When the bill comes due for our carelessness past

Will there be enough left for hope to outlast?

My artwork becomes the anxiety I sculpt

A tornado of warning where fear catapults

Factories rising like steel-clawed beasts

Choking the sky for their money-soaked feasts

Debris like bones in a graveyard of gain

Mother Nature still crying beneath all this pain

I’m terrified of bringing a child

Into a world so ruthless and wild

Where love loses battles that greed always wins

And urgency silenced leads to unthinkable ends

But through fear, I create and my courage made art

Sculpting the chaos and the ache in my heart

Making visible the truth that keeps me awake

Giving shape to the worries I cannot forsake

This piece is for those who lie sleepless in dread

For the parents-to-be with storms in their head

For the quiet protectors who long for the day

Where the Earth still remains a safe place to play

Our choices are seeds that we plant in the ground

Every action is a ripple that echoes around

What we consume and how we behave

Determines the future we’re trying to save

So, let’s turn our fear into action with grace

Stand tall with intention, we have no time left to waste

We still can protect what remains in our care

But we must choose to love now

Not someday, not when, but right here, right there,

With our hearts brave enough to repair what’s unfair

Sincerely,

Suree

Artwork: By Suree Sompamitwong