A poem about our pale blue dot

is it because
the fishes don't scream
while we wreck their houses
so we cut off their fins
and left them drowning downwards

is it because
one or two Celsius
they are small numbers
"we have air conditioners to keep us cool
the Earth is warming why does it matter?"

is it because
money is all that we need
the more the merrier
could our children see another century here?
"who cares? Mars is our future"