In landfills vast, beneath a weary sky, Our gadgets lie, their purpose now betrayed, Once marvels of the tech that reached so high, Now relics of the progress we displayed.
A tablet's screen, a fractured memory, A phone, now silent, whispers in the dust, Their fleeting lives, a stark epiphany, Of dreams we chased and left behind to rust.
Yet in this waste, a hope can still arise, To break the cycle, forge a greener path, Revive, repurpose, see through clearer eyes, To heal the wounds of our unchecked wrath.
Let's find new worth in what we've cast away, And build a world where e-waste sees the day.