Who Speaks For Earth?

[Snufkin]

 

She was the most beautiful one
She could take the breath away and leave you without words
From sunrise to sunset, she sparkled and mesmerized
She was a Princess, of royal lineage
Bedecked in multi colours
Her flowing gown was the brightest, purest azure
Sprinkled with precious stones of Chrysolite and Amethyst
Her touch was soft and sensual
When she sang, the birds listened and the storms abated
And her heart, her pure heart, encompassed all who dwelled with her
She opened her house to nourish strangers
And fed the poor with rich delicasies
She poured cool water into the parched mouths of the weary
And joyous wine into the cups of the downtrodden
Her own breasts gently suckled orphans
She made her scented gardens available to those who roam
And prepared the softest beds for those who were without abode
She never stopped giving
Yet, this world and strangers did not value her, did not love her
They were not grateful
They used her for their own ends
And plundered her belongings, even her own heart
Men were not content to gaze upon her loveliness
But seized her violently with soiled sinews
They tore her adornment from her body
And leered greedily at her nakedness
They beat her prettiness into blood and smears
And burned her skin with torches
They mauled her breasts and drained them dry
They penetrated her and violated her
Leaving her in shame and degradation
And when they were satisfied, and their vile sperm had taken root
They left her nude and weeping
In anguish and near death
And in her agony and death throes
She cried out for her Father
This world has come full circle
From darkness and watery surface
To darkness and smoke
This home which we call earth
Has filled our every need
This luxurious dwelling place, alone in the vast cosmos
Was perfect and pure
It was a residence unmatched in the known universe
A home with all we need
The Landlord prepared it well
Crafted to the highest standards
With all amenities
And so many desirable things to please
And some of us tenants complied with it's demise, in ignorance
While others, daring and arrogant
Used it, abused it and vandalized it
We have sullied the neighbourhood
And disrupted the peace
We have let it run into disrepair
The greatest property neglect of all time
We have gorged ourselves on the feasts that were left in the home
And tore up the fruit gardens and flower beds
We have turned it's garden into a rubbish tip
But our tenancy is about to end
The lease has run out
And we failed in our stewardship of this beautiful world
For this pretty planet cries out for justice
For restoration
Who will save our earth?
Will the great and wise men of politics take a moment from their petty postulating to act instead of speak?
Or will the gods of science humble themselves and refrain from tampering with nature,
Finding ever new ways to produce new things?
Do the entrepeneurs and mass producers still have conscience in their soul?
Or will they forge ahead, advertizing yet more junk that we “need”?
Can protesters and hate-mongers breath new life into our world's lungs?
And will we accept our complicity, and repent?
Will the children see tomorrow, through the smoke and ash?
The earth sighs and groans
She languishes and weeps glaciers that flood our lives
Her spine snaps with violent thud of explosion and shaft
And finally, she calls His name
For the “Ancient of days” has not forgotten
The benevolent Landlord is watching, waiting
His fury is restrained, for now
To allow us one more chance to change
He saw this all from afar, from far back in history
And he warned us all
He knew what the tenants might do
And he has sworn
“He will bring to ruin those ruining the earth”
And He promises that some of us will be found blameless
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth” *
 

[Witness1970]

Beautiful!!

[Snufkin]

Thank you.

[Del]

Your writing is beautiful.....i write poetry as well

[Tortuga]

My honest opinion is that parts of it are too graphic, and I don't feel comfortable sharing it with my friends and family. That's just my personal opinion.

[Snufkin]

16 hours ago, Tortuga said:

My honest opinion is that parts of it are too graphic, and I don't feel comfortable sharing it with my friends and family. That's just my personal opinion.

I understand. I did hesitate to post it, but I decided that I wanted to reflect the injustice in severe human terms. I should add a warning about it's contents. Sorry for any offense.

[Canyon_1985]

The lorax

[Witness1970]

I found a book of short stories back in the 1960s that had belonged to my dad.  Many years ago, Ray Bradbury wrote a short story, "Here There Be Tygers" about a planet that provided everything that was needed.  Some of the explorers wanted to exploit the planet. I loved the story, but as a teenager I did not connect it to what is happening on the Earth today.

Edited Saturday at 10:11 AM by Witness1970
Moved one sentence to the beginning.