She Is DyingA Poem by The Flawed
She’s looking sick, she’s looking frayed
She’s looking old, she’s looking gray
Her sister visits every night,
But she’s lost the will, to live and to fight
I taught them love and harmony,
But they kill each other and they are killing me,
They’ve grown so vicious all my kids
How did they turn to such bad seeds?
I gave them all a good mother should,
I gave them shelter and I gave them food
Did I give too much?
Am I to blame?
They could have been so happy,
It’s such a shame,
I tried to teach them with all my might
To leave in peace and not to fight
Sister Moon is crying, mother Earth is dying
She’s looking sick, she’s looking frayed
She’s looking old, she’s looking gray
Is it really so surprising?
That my temperature keeps rising
Should I be apologizing?
For them, or to them
Or to you my beautiful radiant sister,
Sister Moon is weeping, mother Earth is sleeping
She’s looking sick, she’s looking frayed
She’s looking old, she’s looking gray
(And that night on the way home, the Moon thanked god for not having any children, and said a prayer for her sick sister, as she wept).
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11 Reviews Added on July 31, 2009 Last Updated on October 3, 2009 AuthorThe FlawedNearbyAboutI am a man who loves writing poetry, and find it the easiest way of expressing how I feel, particularly when I dont like to talk about these feelings. I cannot .. more..Writing
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