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Hold The Land Above

We stand on sacred land,
We falsely call it ours.
We’ve ripped the soul from Mother Earth,
We’ve weakened all her powers.
We grind her bones for steel and flame
We have stripped her skin away
We make it feel like a game
The waste is left to decay

We build more houses and roads
We swallow the land without a care
This land corrodes
Is anyone even aware?

Let’s hold the land above
Our greed, our haste, our fears?
The land really needs our love
We should listen for her tears

Why does it feel like no one hears?
Why not hold the land above ourselves?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Hayward Avatar
July 18, 2026 at 3:06 AM
Very powerful piece. I feel bad for the kids of today as the future we are giving them is now of extreme capitalism of wiping out green fields for green money.
Smith  Avatar
July 18, 2026 at 3:14 AM
It brings me to tears constantly.
Empress Avatar
July 18, 2026 at 1:29 AM
Powerful ending to a very soulfully moving write dear Alison, flows so well too! I especially love “ We’ve ripped the soul from Mother Earth, We’ve weakened all her powers.” terrifyingly true!! Pleasure reading you ~ Sending you light always
Smith  Avatar
July 18, 2026 at 1:32 AM
Thank you poetess your words humble me.
Maverick Avatar
July 17, 2026 at 3:08 AM
There is truth in your words Alison..Yet I give no creedence.??Or little to climate doom tellers, as they're overlords want the data centers and Are i see ' emergency chasers' in order To get to one world governance..They are evil dramatists or most are anyone Like Stanley Meyer who had ethics is finished off..Happens time after time, all blessings.)
Smith  Avatar
July 17, 2026 at 2:33 PM
Thank you Joe for your comment. Raping the land of resources is a painful scene. Climate changes have been occurring since time forgotten.
DiMino Avatar
July 14, 2026 at 8:15 AM
"The land really needs our love We should listen for her tears" -- beautiful message. Let's hope the powers that be listen and respond positively. Well said.
Smith  Avatar
July 14, 2026 at 3:39 PM
Thank you Joe
bard Avatar
June 13, 2026 at 12:05 PM
Smith  Avatar
June 13, 2026 at 7:10 PM
Thank you Douglas for visiting and your comment.
bard Avatar
June 13, 2026 at 12:13 PM
Good day Alison I concur with your sentiments totally. The land is not held sacred because very few in western society grow their own food and thus have no connection with this beautiful planet. We are the only species on the planet who create toxic waste. Even our own poo which is a valuable resource is treated with disrespect. How could the human race have oflove and respect for God's creation when there is little self respect and self love This a wonderful poem that should be placed on Poet of the Week Best of luck in the contest Blessins Douglas
Godwin Avatar
June 6, 2026 at 10:24 PM
You are singing my constant lamenting, please read, "Extinction By Litter" to hear my concurrence. Our tears could join as one to be oblivious by some. Well written, frustration shouts. CayCay
Smith  Avatar
June 6, 2026 at 10:35 PM
I will read your words and meld our tears. Perhaps if I could be bold - check out Australia you promised plenty
Buhagiar Avatar
June 4, 2026 at 9:53 AM
Don't come to Malta. We have corrupted our land with high buildings and are stealing our dwindling countryside to build half-empty hotels. I agree with your sentiments.
Smith  Avatar
June 4, 2026 at 4:24 PM
In Australia we have not only built many times in places that mother earth never meant to be bulldozed. Our worst crime was to both kill and remove children from the original inhabitants who looked after the land as if it was one of them.
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