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?
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