The Fight Back
Where are the showers?
That should be greening the fields?
The rains should be here
A good month since.
Where is the morning dew?
We should be
turning the soft loamy earth,
planting seeds,
tending the offshoots,
looking forward to the harvest already.
Instead, we are trapped
in this rainlessness,
this heat, and
lifeless brown.
Where is the new grass?
that should be returning the cows, to health and freshness?
Where is the new saplings,
That is the delight of the sheep and the goats?
It is not lateness when the fields are brown in June.
It is not lateness, when the stream is dry in August
It is the fightback, the revolt of an ailing Earth.
The rainmaker is sick; exhausted
from our plunder,
our exploitation,
our gnawing,
burning,
breaking,
pumping,
dumping…
From all of our greed.
All of our poison!
Droughts where once were floods
Floods where once were deserts
And everywhere, are
Dead trees,
Dead rivers,
Dead elephants,
Dead donkeys,
Dead butterflies
and soon, dead men.
A just retribution.
Man!
Come to your senses,
Stem the abuse,
Curb your appetite,
or face your end!
Insightful piece
ReplyDeleteUnhealthy human activities in our environment like using of chemicals in the fields and in water bodies, felling of trees and burning of the fields coupling with the surfacing of climate change, are what is leading us to this state.
ReplyDeletePathetic
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