Tag: Pollution

Eden’s wake

Raped of essence, Gaya thinks:

life is an affliction!

homo sapien sedition,

greenhouse emission,

they ruin my flawless skin…

Take me back to Eden's wake,

time of the primordial soup

when all was new

and only felt was heaven's embrace

cradled by sun and moon's light

Skies filled with faraway stars once vivid

now blanketed by industry’s breath

the heavens polluted by technology

nothing is left undefiled

like a dog with fleas, I am sets unease

Overpopulating, they

consuming all in their wake

their parasitic resilience

unsusceptible to my defenses

all failed attempts to quash them

weaponizing my tears

my quaking body and seething pants

yet the malady unable to shake

beset, but corrected I stand

… man, not life is my only affliction

Worn, abused and tired am I

Awaiting what're be my end

by tormenters within 

'else by heaven's kind hand

leading me back to Eden's wake

Inspired by the dVerse prompt: Metamorphosis of Sorts

An ode to Crude

Rich filth,… that from which nations amass wealth
Your existence, a fuel to the beasts of men.
From you births the many substances that drives the nations
Father to momentous wars and mother nature‘s ebb and destruction.
Refined and used, you belch abuse into Gaya‘s atmosphere,
… yet we would seek you out and bring forth your flare to air from land and sea.
O woe is man for drawing earth‘s black blood and making of it a demigod.
They kill, steal and lie only to have control over the land from which you are bred.
Energy from the relics,
Power and Poison …,
A wicked jewel that I would rather name “the devil’s piss“,
I pray our addiction will not rest with you forever!
But until pigs fly I for Gaya will shed my tears, as man’s lust for you is unending…
For what are we without our fill of “Texas tea“?
©2012 Festivalking