Nature

I put my hand to reach for her

Yet I could not

For my brothers and I hurt her

She gave gifts forever and we accepted gladly

Never to return her favours

Considering it our right we demanded more

Paying no heed to the silent screaming of her children

Long we have never considered them our equal

Treated them with utter disregard

Murdering them unabashed

Stripping her daughters nude

The endless torture my brothers and sisters

Have done to her burning her children’s homes

As they look upon us hapless

And yet we demand her to pay rent for her land

Where we live

Taxing her in every way possible

And yet we remain insolent

Ignorant that there will come a time

When there will be nothing for us to return

To say that my brethren and I are her children as well appalls me

For no children can harm their mother as we have

No words of forgiveness can heal her wound

Leaving us and generations to come

Prisoners of conscience

In the prison created by the ones before us

The never ending cycle of life and death

In which for one to live

Another must die

Strange it seems

To live in a deranged and perverse society

In an urban jungle full of life

Yet empty

A desolate landscape

With towering sky scrapers

And bright lights

Critical of something different

And yet begging for change

I am confounded;

A strange dance of this universe

In which stability is achieved from instability

Destruction in order for creation

In our misplaced haughtiness

We despise the less fortunate

Standing on a small pedestal

We believe ourselves to be rulers of this green

Forgetting that the ruler must look after the servants

For neither tyrant nor ignorant shall stay forever