Crying Earth
I am the last of my kind, a dying breed, alone but for The sound of my own heartbeat.
I was so young, now old before my time. Because I was
So naive, I let others walk upon me, now my fate is
To be left behind.
Gave life as I did, with best intentions at hand, but
Foolishly I left my fate, in the corrupted hands of man.
And take from me they did, never giving back to me. The kindness I had given them. Now so weak, a way
To make them understand I seek, that I will not
Sustain them forever, if I die, we all die together.
Every resource they have taken, assuming I will Replenish, they are mistaken.
Drilling holes in me, my wounds they do not see,
They believe the black blood from my depths will
Somehow set them free.
They chop me down,
They carve me out,
They cant hear my screams,
Their machines are too loud.
Then down into the depths of my seas, now no unexplored Ocean floor, no undisturbed creature, they destroy as they
Please.
And although I am so grateful, that there are some who try
To protect me. There are not enough, of the ones that love,
They shall perish with the rest of us.
Someday it will be to late, when my heartbeat finally fades,
And beats no more, no more places to explore, will they
Share my fate, or abandon me for the depths of space.
Will they someday realize there was a better way,
than to scorch my surface,
With their wars of fear and hate.
Will they even care, that I nurtured them thru their birth.
Or will they leave Me lonely like children do, forever the
CRYING EARTH.
Copyright © Steve Fackerell | Year Posted 2015
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