I am in
everything
Everything
is above me
I hear
the tree call
Crying
to me their mother
Asking,
begging me for help
I feel
the soil being poisoned slowly
Killed
by substance its feed and tossed on
I feel
her as she is washed away
I feel
her dry above me
Nothing
grows on her anymore.
The
rivers are gone, drifting astray
The
aquatic life is dead
The
water is toxic to all
River
beds are all that is left
Water
is life, without it – death!
The air
is no longer fresh
Filled
with industrious fumes
Sickness
is everywhere
My
children’s lungs are clogged
The die
with every breath!
I feel
naked, stripped bare
My
beauty fades slowly, my glory days are gone
My
children are forgetting me
What
will become of me, of them, of everything?
It is I
who holds everyone, everything
If I
go… so do all my children!
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