The Spacey Globe
She spins,
holding us in our place.
Do we know our purpose,
or better yet our fate?
She talks to us
with rain, winds and viruses.
These things that she moves are warnings
but do they really siren us?
We tend to act selfishly
and look the other way,
chopping down forests and polluting all we touch
each and every day.
I want to make a difference
to this spacey globe.
I, means you and me
with everything we know.
It all begins by
asking simple little questions,
that can cascade to millions of people
repeating what we mention.
Why does every person
produce so much useless waste?
Why don't we love all creatures
that coinhabit within our gates?
She wants us to care for her,
to treat her like her friend.
Then why is it that we are bringing
her and ourselves to a bitter end?
Monday, November 1, 2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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