Sonnet the Third: A Lament

A sonnet, in mourning of our greatest treasure, slowly being lost.

Across the vacant parking lot, errant

Breezes drift between the empty cars.

Where is the proud and lasting monument?

What mark can man leave on the earth

When at last he flees among the stars?

What was our time upon this planet worth?

Not much, the last fish whispers as it dies;

The last bird, screaming, tumbles from the sky.

 

Our Mother Earth bears children born of rape:

Pollution turns its tricks beneath the trees

Where birds once sang.  What is to be the fate

Of this blue pearl which once gave us our birth?

 

The Sons of Adam turn their bulbous eyes

Upon the sky, screeching: “We are alive!”

 

Reviews

[JRB]

A view that will be our short future and death saves all. Nicely written
Jan/uisiom

[Moi]

A highly charges poem. Not only that but your word choice was expert. Even while I don't agree with the political connotations, I think that this is a well-written poem.

[Penny Ellen]

So true, so screwed up. Humans can be so inconsiderate. Thing is, the joke's on everyone, not just wasteful a******s. We're all doomed.

[Kevin Andros]

A very true and yet a sad picture of our world. A great concept to be follwing. I have also taken up to study the nature and writing a novel relating to the calamities of what would happen if the humans do understand of what harm they are doing to their own Mother. I loved your this line particularly:

Our Mother Earth bears children born of rape:
Pollution turns its tricks beneath the trees

How true are these words even if they sound harsh it is very true. The human should realise what harm they are doing to our own mother! Nature is our mother, and we should protect her dignity at any cost! Keep writing! ~KA~