A bleak wind blows, and all in sorrow dwell,
the fractured earth sings out her requiem -
upon her form, unquenched, a raging hell,
around her head, a fading diadem.
'Defiled and ravaged by your greed' she cries,
all bruised and battered as a child abused -
her woodlands raped beneath the dark'ning skies,
and plundered are her riches, then misused.
The wings that fly above her head so fair,
the hills and valleys spread across her land -
all such are wrecked and ravaged without care,
his number traced upon the golden sand.
A bleak wind blows across her countenance,
within its wake a decimated world -
a land spurned not by fortune nor by chance,
this wretched place, where man's contempt is hurled.
A fantastic poem, man knows no bounds when it comes to greed and destroying the world.
The wings that fly above and a bleak wind blows across make this poem entirely interesting and really nice poem shared on.
Great writing! Fractured Earth, fractured minds and souls.Thank you for sharing it.
Sums it all up for me, Valerie. So much truth contained in this stark message. Let's just hope that we have not passed the tipping point, and that common sense will at last prevail. A great poem, written with conviction, compassion and dare I say it, love for the common man/woman.
You put it well, on how we treat our home the earth. Current stats say we are using 1.5 of earth's resources. Unless we change the wind you speak of will become bleaker and bleaker. Thank your for you challenging words
An eye opening poem where you described how ruthlessly we are destroying the beauty and resource of the mother earth, just to fulfill our greed and fancy. But we dont know that if it continues in this way, very shortly our existence will be in question. Thanks for sharing your concern here.
Your words describe what man has done to nature, totally destroying the beauty of it's essence, taking away the future of it's beneficent purpose on earth. We can only hope the greed in man stops ruining all of our woodlands, allowing our children to be one with nature and knowing of it's intrinsic value in our lives. Great poem, Val! Thank you for speaking out on these truths, may people heed your words. RoseAnn
Great poem if a bit frightening but truth often is Good read great write thanks BB
I hold out hope for my children and their generation. Thanks for sharing, Valerie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man knows not his place, His wars and behavior, A constant disgrace. Well said Valery, And well put, Will man ever learn, Respect for what he touches, And not turn it to soot? A wonderful poem, should be made obligatory reading! Best ecological lesson