Matricide of Mother Nature
Hair ablaze like logs in a forest fire
The flames engulfed her like a human torch
The air behind her became mystified
Choking, yelling for her to yield
She was stunned by our ill content
Her punishment immediate
She was mother nature
She cried hailstones of rage and rapture
She didn't burn, but we did
She didn't scream in anguish, we did
And flooded our overcrowded streets
Her sobs gusting hurricane winds
She was a woman scorned
Unleashing her peril on those she'd disowned
We ran barefoot across our broken hourglass
Tripping over the plastic bags and soda cans
We drowned in the ensuing tsunami
In the full wrath of her fury
We missed the now fading flares in her eyes
The nausea of her tornado and the fever in her smelting ice
The warning flags she waved so high in the ozone
The rumbling in her heavy stride in Yellowstone
She was dying
And we were still denying
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2014
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