I know that once I write these words, their lives
At once will both begin and start to end.
And no one will be digging through archives.
There likely won’t be be’ngs like us again.
We’ve made a mess impossible to mend.
And I can almost not endure the days.
Successive torture in a thousand ways.
A weight of knowledge of the things to come
Is saddled on my back for me to haul.
And even if alone, I’ll beat the drum
That we can’t live the lives we lead at all.
If we continue, surely we will fall.
And there will be much suff’ring in the end.
Our only home—on which we all depend—
See, I think Mother Earth has had her fill.
We’ve poisoned her for far too many years.
And she has started to exert her will.
We, humans, are a parasitic smear.
A stain across the planet—it is clear.
A mass extinction caused by human greed
The future’s catastrophic for our breed.
This is a really amazing poem. I totally felt it. It is so true. Nothing lasts, even these words. They instantly fade, even though they are on the internet. They are glimpsed over and then forgotten. Or they are remembered until one fades away. How exhausting it can be for one to have to keep one's own words alive. And for people, even if it is a group of people banded together, to help preserve the earth. I was watching this video about wu-wei (the philosophy of letting things happen) and it says the Earth governs itself. And that we must go with the flow. Everything will work as it should.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem indeed, it gives me so much to think about