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
Copyright © Dillon Cain | Year Posted 2025
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