To Dust Returned

The Earth quakes unceasing

Not, though, from colliding continents

Grinding along their tectonic journey

No! Her circumference is concussed

Rockets, bombs, vests of death

Soulless drones, bullets and gas

Suffering indiscriminate, sparing none

She receives her children, to dust returned

And cannot be comforted

They are starved, thirsted, shot, diseased,

Wasted in grief

The Haves fence themselves in,

Despising the Have Nots, whose crime

Is losing the lottery of birth

The rising seas and mercury

Are the boiling heat of Creation’s fury

Search, O Lot, for any that are righteous