WORDS

My words cannot repair the dire state of the earth My words cannot elicit new life and rebirth My words cannot amend the abuse we inflict each day But my words can still have power anyway They can echo through the depths of your mind Leaving the secrets of rehabilitation behind They can sow the seeds of hope and fear Pleading the case for this fragile sphere My words may not turn deserts green Nor may they cleanse the air unseen But my words can relay the urgency of our needed care To begin healing our home that is certainly worse for wear They can reverberate through the veins of my city Inspiring change and stirring up pity For the story untold of a debilitating soul Whose miniscule parts don’t care about the whole Our world cannot tell us what it needs so we must assist Every day we don’t do our part is an opportunity missed This poem might not save the world, but at least it's a start We might not have the antidote but at least we can have a heart