The choice of what to speak of, in a sense
Is difficult, but among so many issues arises one
in my mind.
I brace against the winds of change
so my voice could echo, I ask the world
one question - where has nature gone?
The street is littered with perpetual plastic bones,
boxes of empty things, children’s toys thrown away
as if your personal trash can.
The foot of humanity stomps upon
the broken body of Mother Earth,
as the sea rises, the animals become dust,
the air clogs with smoke, the plants die.
The water from the tap is golden brown,
there is acid on my tongue, my nose burns
and so I die with only the memory of a crumbled earth
going down in flames, one I couldn’t save in my lifetime.
I ask you, could you
make your earth the kind
that beings from across the galaxy,
carrying gifts and welcome words
visit graciously? Or
is it too late to reverse the damage you did
maybe this wandering star with its
once immeasurable worth
now only holds wasteland upon wasteland.
She, being the embodiment of flora and fauna,
buzzing wildlife, lotus ponds and early clouds,
enthralls me, breathes me in
while all I have to offer is a boot
full of dirt, a plant growing inside,
a solitary remembrance of a long-gone era.
Ask me not, nor tell me why
your soles are caked in ash
when you walked through a burning city
and turned your head.
You killed humans you think beneath you
and animals you crave for food,
but you walk the earth as an animal.
Nothing among silence may be heard.
No croak of a bullfrog, rustle of a bear paw,
crickets or cicadas humming their summer song.
No quiet water rushing down a grassy hill,
no brilliant mushroom spotted like a clown.
No picnic under an umbrella playing soothing tunes from the radio
Because there are no flowers to accompany it,
no Fire Lilies or Lady Slippers or Chocolate Cosmos.
No chrysanthemum or lilac or orchid for you to pick and discard.
Your industrial poison choked the atmosphere
your desire for commercial wealth
exterminated and endangered over a million species.
Next time you trace
the chiseled shape of the ripened fruits
on your backyard tree,
Open your eyes and look around.
It’s all gone now.
The force of nature is weakened, the planet is rotting away.
Mankind, born of the earth,
contaminated, abused, destroyed his home,
until someday we will lose it
(you are dust and to dust you shall return.)
wrote this for my english class! i know it's not black lives matter but it's still an important issue to me. im not invalidating that issue either just writing about something that speaks to me im sorry