Had you found another Earth?

Where had they gone?
The trees, the air, the water and the soil?
Thay had been murdered by human.
Human that are greedy.
Greedy for money and throne that'll not last long.

Look now,
what you've done for your future generation.
They are living in a hot world, gasping for air, lack of clean water and no more spaces to grow their food.

It is all because of you,
human that doesn't appreciated what had been given to you.
Blinded by money.
Rich may be your middle name but there's nothing you can do to save this world you had killed.

No one can save it.
Mother Earth is getting weaker, tick by tick.

What can we do?
What should we do?
What must we do?

Nothing, nothing, nothing. Just wait and see the destruction of Earth.

No, I am not dead, yet.

This is where I go, when I go:
It's a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through.
I'm there, but I'm not there.
I am pounding to be let out, but nobody can hear me.
This is where I go, when I go:
To a country where everyone's face looks different from mine, and the language is the act of not speaking, and noise is everywhere in air we breathe. I am doing what Romans do in Rome: I am trying to communicate, but no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.
This is where I go, when I go:
Somewhere completely, unutterably orange.
This is where I go, when I go:
To the place where body become piano, full of black keys only - the shares and the flats, when everyone knows that to play a song other people want to hear, you need some white keys.
This is why I come back:
To find those white keys.

Jacob, House Rules.