Universal Face

The worst of wars occur within the home The earth’s a mother whom we treat with scorn. Although on foreign trips we gormless roam We care not how our holy mother’s torn. The planes’ emissions do not disappear Our waste is thrown to devastate all space. The universe is bounded like a sphere The noxious decorates with thoughtless trace. The condoms and the women’s bloody cloths The petrol fumes, the plastic bags, the base Are scattered like a demon’s tortured wrath Across our mother’s universal face Can we avert the death of earth, this fate? Will we dawdle till it is too late?