by Joe David
Tears stream down
Becoming mighty rivers
Mother Earth weeps
Abused, tortured, raped
Gasping for breath
Coughing on smoke
Toxic water blistering skin
Once declared GOOD
By her Creator
Now painfully dying
Posted on 09/22/2009
Copyright © 2022 Joe David
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/22/09 at 04:16 PM|
...and after 4 and a half billion years, God-made and all, maybe her time has come, besides we ain't actin' right. she has tears shed and more to come. good 'un joe.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 09/22/09 at 05:09 PM|
Good write Joe. It reminds me that I just saw a caller on HLN who said basically that man has nothing to do with it. It is the fault of sun spots and is cyclical in nature. She no doubt also thinks the moon is covered with white cheese and that Santa will take care of everything. Oh, so very sad.
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/23/09 at 03:36 AM|
very powerful write, makes one think of the damage they cause her
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/23/09 at 03:18 PM|
You know, I have always pohpohed any talk about the end of the world being upon us but, like Charlie, I am no longer sure. I wonder how close we are. Maybe it is just these dark days getting to me. Your poem starkly sets out the sad prospects.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/25/10 at 02:05 AM|
We are naughty children and she is so patient. I like the stark sense to this - it does not let us off the hook.