The Fate of Man
Man's fate weighs heavily upon His soul,
exploiting the Earth; ego in control.
For as resources shrink, demand inflates,
indicating that disaster awaits.
A sullied sun traverses skies of blue;
as rusty rays: color a poison brew.
And the mountains are stripped bare of their trees;
while their topsoil's blown away with each breeze.
Oil slicks spread out like a blanket of death
while slowly stealing the sea otter's breath.
And fish are ravaged by commercial nets;
their habitats, uprooted by dragnets.
Trusted with Gaia's health, we've let Her down;
Her oceans are rising: we may all drown.
For both the Earth's poles are melting away;
as vast sheets of ice, split off every day.
As plates shift, Gaia's crust begins to quake,
and long-dormant volcanoes soon awake.
For being raped by the seed of Her womb:
She weaves a new Earth on a magma loom.
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