This Earth. Poem by Tony Adah

This earth my friend
Our purported motionless home
Is the key holder of the world
man's satellite abode
And a marketplace for all men
Buying and selling and leaving away.

Some men may tarry here
And others swiftly go
This earth a consumer
Is happy eating all
Not minding if we died
Of crime or hate.

Trees may sway their boughs
And their roots fixed in its bossom
But it yawns for the taste of trees
When they die.

It holds the oceans as well as the seas
Rivers and streams draw blue lines
On its terrain
Sometimes there's a brawl between
This earth and its waters
And the result is always grave.

This earth
Is the reason why things fall back here
It is the reason why the wind moves
And with its waters
It is the husband and wife of the galaxy
It gives man his worth
And swallows him at last.