As the day to celebrate me approaches…
When I see how you mistreat each other and me…
it makes me wonder why
and the moment I saw the hate, the wars…the pollution…I began to cry.
I hope you find a way to halt your hatred and neglect…
if you want to wash away my tears…
because I am more delicate than you might think…
more fragile than I appear.
I’m afraid if you can’t find a way to treat me better
and to each other extend the hands of peace…
then I will continue to wallow in my sadness
and my tears will never cease.
And the Universe will witness the end of me…
and watch me exhale my last breath…
and wonder how an entire planet
could have cried herself to death.
Sincerely,
The Earth
Joy
At fist I thought it was a prose unrhymed poem - great last line: We will go out howling and shrieking - the fire next time. If it is the end of the last ice age and we do not nuke ourselves to crying death, earth will survive us. We are an accident of nature - evolved. We are devolving in a petrie dish culture, warmed and over populated. We will not live to see earth change, or see what it evolves into later. Much later.
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We elaborately construct myths around us and assume them true - like a hypothesis proven. Order, a strange selfish and cruel order, is establshed that defies peace, encourages war for the most convenient justification, controlling and accumulating wealth. It is the only game in Earth-Vegas.
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God is a concept, not a man or male concept - Holy text are guides to faith - to continue rhe species (accompanied by a threat of pain eternal). Nice touch. The intent of religons have failed Earth born. Freedom, greed, avarice, and ambition won. Putin is testing multi-warhead (10) ICCBMs to threaten Biden and force the West to withdraw from countering Russia's desire for Empire. Sentiment soothes but there is a war always raging somewhere on Earth. The earth is indifferent.
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~A~