Hot salt tears.
And her sobs
Shake our foundations.
Can't you hear our mother weep?
We, her children
Born of her soil,
Put together with twig
A blade of grass,
And the voice from a song bird,
Don't listen.
Forgive us.
Let your mighty rivers
Cleanse us.
Let your hot, earthy, tears
Reach us.
Let us feel what we don't hear!
1 comment:
I love this poem on how humanity is destroying nature and 'Mother Earth'. You are right, the earth is weeping and throwing tantrums 'flooding the land' for what man has done to it.
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