A perfect home

My large core of the universe Demolished and scarred by many meteors from outer space, and Polluted by tiny living meteors on the planet. Trampled on by the beasts and the beings of nations upon nations. My home is hurting, and wounded … no bandage can cover Up the grief and sorrow that my home is feeling. Our planet has no one to look after it… But us. My home is flooded with a bucket full of troubles. From inequality in race to disorganized waste, and global warming. Now, and in the coming years we demand change, we conduct change, we declare change, to make our globe a superior place. And only then everyone will be treated equally, and there will be fresh water to drink from everywhere, And we could all breathe in the once was polluted air… This is home.