My Muffled Cry
I was in the company of my
siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
determined to grind their oxen
They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to my fate like
Others
Gone before me.
Then calamity for our maltreatment
began;
Like a curse in due season.
My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice
began to be heard.....
As temperatures increased by
one degree,
As appointed seasons altered
their course.
Floods and droughts became
synonyms.
The snow banks of the Arctic and
Antarctica,
Began to reach out in protest, not
unmindful of the depravations' of
the Polar bears and its ilk's.
Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning
due to the unholy alliances with Carbon,
Hurting the harmony that once kept them
in bonds.
But now some kind hearted kindred's have
given voice to my,
Cry.
They have taken note and are beginning to
act to save my other siblings.
(I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to
reduce global warming and preserve our earth.)
Written on the 4th November, 2015
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