The Earth is home, though:
our roommates waste too much, and pile it in the backyard; and they die off too fast, along with all animals, big and small; our gardens are falling apart, and our plants are dying, while the soil blows away; the green parts of our yards are vanishing, as the brown patches spread; there’s too many chemicals in the pool, which is overflowing; the air outside is hot and dense, and getting toxic; every year, our summers are getting warmer and our storms more intense.

The Earth is home, though it’s collapsing, and cannot sustain us. “The abuse must end”, we yell, as we sit around our TVs, waiting for everyone else to do something.