The Fate of Man
The fate of Man lies heavy on His soul,
exploiting the Earth; ego in control.
And as resources shrink, demand inflates,
indicating that disaster awaits.
A sullied sun traverses skies of blue
as rusty rays; color a poison brew.
And as virgin mountains get stripped of trees,
topsoil is blown away with every breeze.
Oil slicks spread out like a blanket of death;
while slowly stealing the sea otter's breath.
And fish are ravaged by commercial nets;
as their habitats are scraped by dragnets.
Trusted with Gaia's health, we've let Her down;
Her waters are rising; we may all drown.
For both the Earth's poles are melting away;
vast sheets of ice splitting off every day.
Plates shift, and Gaia's crust begins quaking,
long-dormant volcanoes, awakening.
And being raped by the seed of Her womb;
She weaves a new Earth on a magma loom.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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