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I Cannot Hear You

I CANNOT HEAR YOU

I cannot hear you in the noise of traffic
Among busy, fretting crowds,
Unaware of the still, calm presence 
Of Mother Earth who bore her children
To be cognizant of her natural ways.

Don't take control by destroying 
The fragile shape of things that exist
In a delicate state of balance
Since the beginning of time.

The sounds of the forests are dimmed
By the cacophony from society's savagery,
Preening itself in a self-righteous pose,
Concocted with a false mixture of 
Superior, egotistical civilization.

The world beyond the grasp of humankind
Is beautifully crafted with the honed skill 
Of an expert artist. It stands as a witness
At the crossroads between decay and progress. 

Listen to the waves that beat on the shores
Of your own mind. They convey a message
To your ears and you must be receptive,
As the groans and agony are expressed.

Time is running out the door of opportunity; 
It may be too late to take action. 
The purposefully deaf will rue the day 
They ignored the siren call, becoming
The first to drown in the cruel waters
Of the burgeoning oceans. 

I still cannot hear you in the loud screams
As the west wind transforms into a raging
Hurricane, unstoppable, inexorable. 

You have the means in your hands to turn
The tide of waste and stasis, to build a home,
Fit for future generations, where all can breathe
In safety because the air is pure and clear.

Copyright © Bill Drayton | Year Posted 2022

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