Charred

As each bitter thought takes wing
another bird forgets to sing
abandoned babe cries out alone
refugees chilled to the bone.

Leaves begin to curl and brown
cold winds whorl through empty towns
ghostly cats creep through the alleys
who will take the deadly tally?

Yard dogs staked and left to starve
scars upon the Earth we've carved
lonely waves still lap the shores
though the seabirds are no more.

Each bitter thought we send aloft
comes back to us at such a cost.

Around the world the death bells toll
the tattoo pounds through dying souls
heaven's gates are locked and sealed
and though we cry, they will not yield.

This blue planet was God's gift
ruined now, we're set adrift
mouths agape in silent screams
we walk the Earth 'til time unseen.

Blackened souls coagulate
clouds of demons, dark with hate
wails and curses fill the void
on our blue planet we destroyed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
September 2, 2008 at 6:33 AM
Now this is something we can agree on. The native Americans had a saying. We did not inherit this land from our fathers, we borrowed it from our children. I've always thought we will eventually have to pay for the havoc we wreaked. Mohammad is right. The poem is remarkable. God Bless. Vince
Yamin Avatar
August 31, 2008 at 10:49 AM
What a remarkable poem - a story of grief-stricken people watching with mouth agape what is being done to this world which God created with love - a self-sustaining world with a unique recycle system. A profound write. -Mohammad
Richards Avatar
August 30, 2008 at 7:01 AM
This is a plea to change what is happening to our world...before it is too late. Well written, provocative and timely. Carrie
Jordan Avatar
August 30, 2008 at 1:30 AM
Good rhyme and flow make the message in this fantastic poem a pleasure to read even though it tells the cold dark truth - wonderful job on this poem - God bless
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