Mother Earth’s premonition

Hello! Yes it's been a long time. Apologies. Exams and such. But I have something very special. We have a post from a guest blogger, who goes by the name of Shuffles. This poem is an Earth Day special.
Also check out Shuffles's blog- http://foodologue.blogspot.in/
Aaand here comes the poem!!

Sita, the daughter of the Earth says,
“Happy Birthday dear Mamma
Its Earth Day today,
And to celebrate,
You need to go
To a holistic spa
Or degenerate!
You seem to have some rash
And stench- caused sniffles
And alongside the mountainous folds and vales
You are so proud of,
Some man made hill ranges
Baffle!”

Mother Earth says,
“I know, I know, I am hurting!
Tyres and plastics,
Clothes and nasty- icks,
Effluents released so caustic
I really fail to understand
how a race so intelligent
can create more trash than
than the rest of animal population!”

“Massages and therapies,
Soaps and spas,
won’t do me any good,
as long as people
throw away food!
Trash is not segregated
Vile elements not eliminated

The demons of Waste
They need to be slain!
Before the noir haze
victims on Earth claims!”

“As for my bruises:
No spa can clean them,
No doctor can heal them.
Go Sita, go
Go and tell them,
If they value the ground they walk on
Then think twice before they throw;
For what is mercilessly discarded
Is what turns around to bite them!”