Nothing has ever been more
Than the graffiti
Written into the
Toilet paper holder
In an otherwise
Prestine public restroom
A work of art, really
All while I am
By the Decemberists
I love you
With the taste of ash on our tongues
and with soot & dust filling our lungs,
We watch on, as we force nature to burn down our Amazon.
With hearts filled with greed & apathy
And with eyes desensitised to the latest catastrophe,
We watch on, nonchalant,
As we burn down our Amazon.
We were told we have years - but in reality we have months.
Months before all hope is gone and we lose our Amazon.
Is it too late?
The howl of her soul whispers in the wood
And ruffles the feathers of those who fly
Her spirit does carry the buzz of the bees
Even in death – she doesn’t die
Her ground supports the feet beneath me
And buries my fears - long tormenting
Under the soil her treasures lie
A heat so fierce and unrelenting
Like a moth to a flame was i, drawn to her
Burnt and broken, now do I stand
To extinguish a blaze so bright and true
Would be the greatest of sins any man could do
Droplets of sky condensed fall upon me,
To wash away the guilt I hide
Tis I who killed my only mother
Murdered by mans own restless pride
Now I do lie here alone and cold
Doomed to see my grandchildren grow
In a world my own doing foretold
The sight of a forest, they shall never know
Inspired by the trajedy occurring in the amazon at this point in time. May God be with the animals, people and trees who suffer as i write.
It started burning,
Flames buried the ground in ashes.
Our hearts are churning,
Susceptible to the new heat flashes.
Earth's lungs dying,
It's dire dying last breath.
Wind is no longer flying,
Through the tree tops - Because there is nothing left...
And we'll be left standing,
Moping around doing absolutely nothing.
Thinking everything's everlasting,
When everything around - is disintegrating...
Just a poem about the current climate change and how the Amazon - Earth's lungs - burned to ashes and we never did anything...
in the depths of a sparkling forest
full and rich with sweet colour and sound
a vibrance and power dense with life
and you are all that's left standing
hot and splintered in a blackened silence
the sky pushed away by a mass of death
blink once more
the earth and sky stay dark.
rampant greed did this.
As the fire burns mercilessly
I am saddend that
My favorite forest is dying
I can hear the screaming for help
This reminds me of a day I lost another beloved
Forest behind my house.
Green foliage aloft in the air ...
this heart would melt as macaws did sing!
Waters tumbled from heavens above
where no measure of beauty would echo through spring!
Now aflame; blame is played
in political gain ... what will remain?
Now aflame; claims are made
in heartless words ... what will be heard?
Rivers of soul adrift with our time ...
this heart did dream of tomorrows change!
Howlers could swing in cacao’s sweetness
where toucans did rest in a harmony of age!
Now aflame; her receding lines
awake in our eyes ... who will try?
Now aflame; wasted on man
in self preservation ... who will ration?
Beautiful hearts afloat in the dew ...
this heart still yearns for the amazon sights!
Babassus would rise in sunlit mist
where the soul of the earth gave life to the light!
Now aflame; waiting on change
through ash filled tears ... who will clear?
Now aflame; breathing futures
will narrow with chimes ... the fallen will remind!
About the the appealing amazon rainforest fires!
Greenland's not for sale
Green forests burning
Greed and fear ablaze
fed and preyed upon by AI
Chosen by the wicked
but snubbed, the King sulked