Iambic pentameter?

Hi! I'm doing a sonnet for school, and it has to be Shakespearean or whatever. I still cant do iambic pentameter, so I was hoping you guys could give me some pointers! Here's my sonnet so far:(I didn't put it in old English on purpose.)

I don't care how you think this place was made,
This is a paradise, one of a kind.
It is you I will now try to persuade.
That every single step we take is blind.

Dreaming, creating, learning, and wanting.
They call it progress for the whole nation.
Mankind must now make a choice; quite daunting.
We must choose progress or preservation.

We are the true scum of this wretched earth.
We drain life from it like a parasite.
We can't realize what it's truly worth.
Mankind; the bane of it's own paradise.

We can still reverse what we have started,
Every move made can still be discarded.