The Fate of Man
The fate of Man weighs heavy on His soul,
exploiting the Earth; ego in control.
As resources shrink and demand inflates,
the effect is that disaster awaits.
A sullied sun eclipses skies of blue,
as rusty rays color a poison brew.
And when virgin forests are stripped of trees,
topsoil gets blown away with every breeze.
Oil slicks spread out like a blanket of death,
slowly robbing the sea otter of breath.
And fish are ravaged by longlines and nets,
catching millions of tons with no regrets.
Trusted with Gaia's health, Man let Her down;
oceans are rising, and many may drown.
Receding glaciers are melting away;
vast sheets of ice splitting off every day.
Earth's plates shift, and Gaia's crust is quaking,
while long-dormant volcanos start waking.
And being raped by the seed of Her womb,
She weaves a new Earth on Her magma loom.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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