Once in a book I read
that by 2052 or so
Mother Earth would say go!
Life as we know it would certainly be dead
Fields of gold and harvest
once lands of purpose and plenty;
will till wealth no more
The few will prosper from the
blooded laboring of the many
Barren dry land
even berrft of weeds
where no seed can grow
Famine feeds
from landfills,
like pigs rooting around;
searching for garbage thrown
Snouts digging fruitlessly
deep in the ground
Little nutritional value is found
The sun sick Arctic and it\'s twinned Antarctic
will weep drowning all with none to spare
The Inuit\'s way of life extinct
as well as the polar bear
All waters currents will disrupt
and engulf the deep
Volcanoes will never sleep
Born anew all will erupt
from drilling into Mother\'s fiery heat
torching deadened blackened land everywhere
all species run to nowhere in defeat
For the prolific billions there can be no retreat
Drought and wind together as tinder ignite
Like match to flame to parched panting terrain
Setting forests alight
Cravingly burning everything in sight
Sudden much needed rain
is not always the sweetest refrain
As rivers surge over banks drowning as they flow
even Humanity will not have a safe place to go
Hurricanes,Tsunamis and Tornados
in a sweeping swath
destroy communities in their path
Earthquakes will recreate Continental Drift
Maps,borders and sovereignties will re-shift
Pestilence filled barrels that drain
like a deluge uncontained
with corporate chemical and nuclear waste
Flowing they accumulate and infiltrate
spitefully seeping where
ground water goes
Poisoning every watering space
choking off all that grows
Hunger takes its place
in the many bites of a multitude of flies
swarming in children\'s mucusy
hallowed out skeletal eyes
The oceans\' ecosystem imperiled burns
Oil spills from ships and underwater drills
The depths will heat up killing all the krill
Coral beds will crumble and live no more
Creatures\' toxic as carrion,sentient and gilled
float belly up in tarry swill
The cool moving tranquility of the sea
will be a plastic filled travesty
from whales to the smallest bit
of drifting plankton,down to the ocean bed
will wash up on our polluted garbage fed
mortally stained sand-less shore
The songs sung by deep currents and breaking wave
will disappear like mermaids into lore
and the tides will turn no more
Deforestation will not clear the way for new nations
but destroy instantly what we fail to see
Possibilities will topple
and lay rotting on the forest floor
Diversity and hope logged away with the tree
The sun will refuse to shine through acid rain
Radioactive wind will blow where no bird can nest
What man has made airborne
has brought all Mother\'s winged to mourn
Everything that has breath will be put to the test
is it now too late to globally initiate
an interconnected resurrection plan?
Can we multi-culturally unite and care
for this macro cosmic universe we share?
Mankind has never been Earth-kind
We have dismissed Nature\'s warning signs
and hurled ourselves over blasted red lines
With our sunglasses still on we are sun-struck
that Specie Extinction may well be our own fate
As war and greed close in on humanity\'s core,
we must remember in the silence
between reality and dreams;
that the human souls is more than it seems
What separates man from beast
is the least of our fears
This frail balance of life is not meant to be
held clenched in human hand
We must yearn inward and reacquaint
one\'s self with Mother\'s plan
Maybe then we can be more than man savaging
all existence with his bitter tears
and with blind defiance stripping away
all our Eco-commonality through the years
Then will this weary worn Earth
choose to abide us awhile longer here
MLH