Disconnected Poem by Debora Soramaki

A sparkling gem
Is the earth to the sky
But the wolf in the den
With no food will soon die
Dusty jade is the river
Flowing down to the sea
But no fish for the Native
Who has been set free
Orange is the sunset
As the day becomes night
But the stars are not lit
From the city light
The curse of the land
Still spreads through the soil
The skin on the hand
Leaves the fruitage to spoil
Reach out my dear brothers
Calm the trees with your voice
Sooth nature with your touch
It's a matter of choice.