Earth,
This place of our birth,
Of all birth,
Has been blighted by Man's ****** curse,
We must sprinkle love from our golden purse,
It is time to restore our Mother Earth,
Come you there let us all help to nurse her,

Let’s heal Her broken heart and core,
It is time to open charity's door,
The Earth's rocky back is blistered and covered in sores,
Enough of all the corrupted words from the politicians' jaws,
Listen to me! I beg you and humbly implore,
Stop all the drilling, all this black lifeblood spilling, no more!
The oceans run sick with slick oil stolen from nations poor.

Time,
It sings of the end of life's rhythmic rhyme,
We are mired in catastrophic crimes,
The aging Earth is no longer in Her youthful prime,
We have smeared Her fair face with greasy grime,
Everywhere we drink champagne and waste time sipping wine
While outside the blessed Earth is in the twilight weeping.



©Rangzeb Hussain