Environmental Stewards
The sea rises as my mind is flooded with thought
The polar ice melts into the arms human desires
The atmosphere is caught on the verge by human technology
The earth is entangled in the threshold of environmental degradation
Development and prosperity leaves me at the mercy of climate change
I feel swept away by the tide of human development as tar sands and mercury cast shadows in my palace
I feel imprisoned by the chains of green house emission
I am left in tattered robes as economic exploitation and prosperity leaves me impoverish and hopeless
I miss the nation of the buffalo because they built their consciousness round my Interest
I am a seeker of life and spirituality but now must battle for survival in the hands of globalization
I settle like dust in the mouths of human activist but my muscles are weak to human separatists
Hunters resort to mental gymnastics as they sing the hymns of ecological variation
The next generation is denied access to culture as the weather changes like clothes and keeps us on the edge
The world needs an ethic of continued sustainability but the minds of men focus on continuous wealth.
The willingness of humanity to tend to the earth is laid bare by the strings of environmental conquest.
I run to the comforting arms of environmental stewards who nourishes my body and soul with ceremonies
Contemporary thoughts have not been able to put asunder where disembodied minds have continued to plunder
Copyright © Ginikachi Obah | Year Posted 2016
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