Cancer

Overcrowded biospheres

We have endangered redemption

Like a cancer, we proceed

Living as an infection

Pollution marks it clearly

We've become a disease

Ignorance with such spoils

To feel Earths unease

Decades of maltreatment 

Blind eyes and turned cheeks

The birds will stop their singing

So that The Mother may speak

She shall hail us with fire

Cleanse with walls of rain

Even damaging her self

Or the small cells still humane

We know this as disaster 

Perhaps its only treatment

To purge a pandemic

And reduce the beatings

We are the sickness,

Small independent tumors

Even in our own devastation

We cant help but find the humor.

When were diagnosed with cancer

We fight back with medicine 

To cleanse our veins, to live

With a strength that is genuine

Don't expect anything different 

Than our Mother to reclaim

This body we are killing 

Without a speck of shame

Can you hear her, our Mother

As she weeps for her flesh?

A mourning without grief, 

Were to blame for this mess.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Wow! Bravo! This is brilliant in its superficial and underlying message! You expressed it marvellously with the vivid imagery and outstanding musicality! Well done!

[Sarah Jane]

Thank you so much for your kind review!