Earth Movers

A poem about the emotions and thought processes I went through when seeing more earth being dug up for humans consuming desire for more

Earth Movers

 

 

Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we spring.

            -- Dr. Carl Sagan

 

Silent screams fill my ears as I watch her form be ravaged by merciless claws,

My heart bleeds as I helplessly cry out,

My voice muted by the mechanical cackling of her attacker

 

Can’t you hear her begging you to stop?

I scream

Can’t you feel your soul being shredded with each cutting dip into her unsuspecting womb?

Why won’t you listen?

Stop it, stop it,

O please, make it stop!

 

Brown blood covers her once beautiful green skin,

The gentle swell of her bosom no more,

Now, a barren plane upon which yellow monsters crawl

 

How can I help?

I must defend her,

She gave me life

I must rescue her from the most terrifying of all monsters,

But how can I aid her?

 

 

 

How can I protect her from myself?

Reviews

[Amina.]

Beautiful poem! The subject is one we're all concerned about, and you managed to make a poem about it that makes everyone even think more about it. Great vocabulary and nice writing style.

[Meradee]

I like this a lot. Giving human emotions to the things that we as humans ourselves destroy was clever. You did this very nicely. It's a sad reality. I'm glad you chose to write about this.
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