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Jedemo li plodove vlastite pohlepe
dok se ledenjaci sustavno ne otope
razine mora ne pobjegnu iz gabarita
cijeli otok plastike se oceanom skita.

Probijamo limit koncentracije plinova
potpuno svjesni razornosti tih činova
sustavno kopamo što je zemlja pohranila
da bi nas odveć mudro ugrijala i nahranila.

Fluorirane plinove smo stvorili sami
prepustili ih atmosferi i njenoj tami
50 000 godina im je čak rok trajanja
činimo konfuziju bez imalo kajanja.

Samo 100 kompanija drži ključ zagađenja
osigurani su i moćni, ne traže oslobođenja
prezreli su prirodu i milijarde živih bića
mi smo njima nevažni, tek potpuna sića.

Svaki čovjek nesvjesno u sebe unese
5 g plastike, čak težinu kreditne kartice
u svakom tjednu za dužine svog života
kolika je vrijednost ako vas uhvati stota.

Posjedujemo znači korporativnu bilancu
koja ne snosi i ne odgovara za tu distancu
lobiji su jaki, ljudi opterećeni životima
ropstvo naizgled, takvo nešto pokriva.

Željezne krune dimnjaka bez sjaja
postaju vodiči i putevi pravog očaja
truju i zagađuju bez milosti svake
ulaze u pore svega, samo profit vrate.

Kiseli oceani sad ubijaju planktone
korali se otapaju, tužno sve to tone
ljudska je odgovornost brinuti o svemu
Bog mu je darovao planet koji nema cijenu.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić

Do we eat the fruits
of our own greed,
until the glaciers
melt away indeed,
and ocean waters
break their native shore,
while plastic islands
drift forevermore?

We break the limit of
the greenhouse gas,
Fully aware of what
will come to pass,
Systematically digging
what the earth once stored,
To wisely feed and warm
us by her word.

Fluorinated gases were
our own design,
Released into the dark
of sky’s outline,
Fifty thousand years
they linger in the air,
We cause confusion with
no guilt or care.

Just a hundred companies
hold the dirty key,
Protected, powerful,
from all judgment free,
They scorned all nature and
all living birth,
We are but numbers,
completely of no worth.

Unknowingly, each human
takes inside,
five grams of plastic where
the poisons hide,
a credit card’s exact weight
every single week,
what is its value if a hundred
years you seek?

We hold a corporate
balance sheet today,
that bears no blame for
driving us astray,
the lobbies dominate,
as modern life commands,
a phantom slavery that
covers all our lands.

The iron crowns of smokestacks
lose their gleam,
becoming highways
of a hopeless dream,
poisoning and choking
with no mercy shown,
sinking into every pore,
for profit’s sake alone.

The acid oceans kill
the plankton’s breath,
the corals dissolve and
sink away in death,
human responsibility
should care for what is given,
God blessed us with a priceless
home beneath the heaven.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić