by Lori Maria Walton
When earth is violently ill,
breathing laboriously to survive,
Who becomes her physician?
Where is a medicine that can heal?
Aggressive stampedes of soldiers
running to misguided missions of Glory
Green fields traded for green paper
Rushing to force earth's marriage
The earth knows the secret plots
of Kings, Presidents, and Lords
Yet she remains silent, through gestation
until the birth is imminent
Greed recklessly wanders to distant lands
spreading darkness, leaving corridors void of compassion
Blinding creatures with power
Not knowing it is their brothers, sisters, children they eat
Earth remains a silent witness
Adorned with a submissive veil
Azure and scarlet hues in a golden sky
with a scent of Jasmine speaking peace
To a world that will not listen.
Instead, her sacredness is lifted to the crowds
for the highest bid, the plunder, the rape continues
she bleeds, screams and breathes her last
He laughs haughtily thinking he has won.
He won... Has he won?
Who is left to give birth to life?
Perhaps we do not see
In death, she has saved us all...