Sweet Mother Earth, lovely daughter of Ra

wonderful cosmic creation you are

spinning through aeons evolving and shaping

dying from twenty short decades of raping

now you are burning, in sadness you smolder

heat slowly rising yet future looks colder

Soon all your children will hurt you no more

mankind raps loudly on grim reaper’s door

dragged  to its future as convicts in chains

rivers and streams clogged like varicose veins.

Forests and fields turn to debris and dust

greed and abandonment violates trust

dig, rip and kill is the cry of the age

teardrops are falling on history’s page

written in blood from the animals lost

profits are rising, so discount the cost.

Rush through their lives as the air above burns

see daily damage, yet nobody learns

meek is the voice from humanity’s cry

too busy gathering trinkets to try.

Slowly your body turns barren and bare

the future is written – there isn’t one there.

More of my Environment Poems HERE