Dog's tail

I see waste all around,
The papers thrown away,
Each one a nail in the coffin,
Of our earth’s green cover,
Blatantly discarded
Without a paused thought
Weeping within, weakly
I am. Can I change?
The million others?
If I could, I would
Try and whip them in shape
Force them over and over
To turn a new leaf!
Reality is far from it.
And things will go on.
I shed a silent tear
For the meek in me!