Death of a planet.

Damn  you I see you all

Every action large  or small.

Why do you rape  and abuse  me

Tell me when I give  you my all, for free?


I lay here at your feet bleeding and broken

Not one of you have listened to the words I  have spoken.

I have told you, I have warned, I have cajoled  I have implored

You have not listened  you do not care. All my warning you have ignored!


Dying now I spew poison  that you have mined

You, you alone  have caused my death by that you are defined!

My skin is parched and burned, baron and scorched  am I

No animals move , my seas and lakes empty no birds left in my sky.


I weep but my tears just turn to steam  no relief

You have watched  me suffer yet you have just added to my  grief.

I am fading fast, there is nowhere to go. I am a shadow of myself

As pale as you brother moon , as dead too because of their greed for my wealth.


Dead am I

Why did you not try

Your wars and greed

And now in death I bleed.


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17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Oct 14, 2014 @ 16:48:21

    Ignorance is not bliss. Avoidance doesn’t solve anything.


  2. sheridegrom - From the literary and legislative trenches.
    Oct 14, 2014 @ 23:19:53

    You always hit it dead on.


  3. Paul Wright
    Oct 15, 2014 @ 06:48:33

    you are so right and no one listens we have people making electric cars and and turbines to power everything but old greedy people can’t see any thing but there greedy money


  4. TanGental
    Oct 15, 2014 @ 16:52:53

    Some while ago, when I was trying poetry and failing dismally, I wrote this sonnet on the subject of your piece. It doesn’t have the same resonance but see what you think.
    A Springless Future

    Cold Jack, content and job well done, crept home
    Allowing Spring her turn to warm the earth.
    Crocus tongues pushed out through softening loam
    As glass-eyed shepherds watched their flock give birth.
    We, unplucked youth, prime cocked with urgent sap,
    Felt the tug of Nature’s call to breed.
    Like sheep, we followed Her bewitching map
    To plant, in fertile earth, our febrile seed.
    Yet somewhere Nature’s diverse scheme was lost;
    Our black-fuelled lust seared seasons into one.
    Our greed has neutered Jack; he’s become a ghost,
    Sharp fingers culled by a remorseless sun.
    Why would our lambs breed, given this breach of trust?
    We’ve fried this once green Earth, turning it to dust.


    • willowdot21
      Oct 15, 2014 @ 18:43:57

      This is good it is bang on the metal! I love the latter part : ” Yet somewhere Nature’s diverse scheme was lost; Our black-fuelled lust seared seasons into one.
      Our greed has neutered Jack; he’s become a ghost, Sharp fingers culled by a remorseless sun. Why would our lambs breed, given this breach of trust? We’ve fried this once green Earth, turning it to dust.” Bang on the nail painful and honest. Yes this is good.! You should post it I also love the title, A Springless Future. Amen Geoff this is really good! xxxxx PS I am so chuffed you asked me. xx


  5. Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
    Oct 15, 2014 @ 18:48:33

    I’m a listener. I wish I had the gift of encouragement, so I could help change minds. ♡


  6. Paul
    Oct 16, 2014 @ 04:18:38

    Definitely a poem with a message.


    • willowdot21
      Oct 16, 2014 @ 08:31:53

      Do you think anyone is listening Paul. Xx


      • Paul
        Oct 16, 2014 @ 10:34:15

        Not the poeple with the power and ability to make a difference – their ears are too attuned to the sound of money being counted. They can move themselves away from their mess if they so desire. leaving the rest of us.

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