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 t o 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, t o 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, w hen the stream is dry in August It is the fightback, t he revolt of an ailing Earth. The rainmaker is sick; exhausted from our plunder, our exploitation, our g nawing, 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 D...