Earth Day Poem
Through falling grains,
the sand of time,
We have seen much and are in prime!
The one who is hurt, it is not us.
The words of wisdom,
the battle cries,
The blood of the soldier, who falls and dies.
The one who is hurt, it - is - not - us.
The tears of laughter,
the tears of joy,
The eyes of a child that broke a toy.
But the one who is hurt, it is not us...
The touch that killed,
the touch of life,
The ones who struggled through torment and strife.
Still, the one who is hurt, it is not us.
The unspoken words,
locked away,
Secrets of our heart we pray.
...because we know the dirty truth,
She has no heroes nor super sleuth.
We watch her wither, decay and die
we shed no tears, nor do we cry.
The mother of us all,
from who we take and steal,
yet no emotions do we feel.
The day WILL come when she no longer cares,
our Mother... Earth... cries and despairs.
Happy fucking Earth day to us all.
the sand of time,
We have seen much and are in prime!
The one who is hurt, it is not us.
The words of wisdom,
the battle cries,
The blood of the soldier, who falls and dies.
The one who is hurt, it - is - not - us.
The tears of laughter,
the tears of joy,
The eyes of a child that broke a toy.
But the one who is hurt, it is not us...
The touch that killed,
the touch of life,
The ones who struggled through torment and strife.
Still, the one who is hurt, it is not us.
The unspoken words,
locked away,
Secrets of our heart we pray.
...because we know the dirty truth,
She has no heroes nor super sleuth.
We watch her wither, decay and die
we shed no tears, nor do we cry.
The mother of us all,
from who we take and steal,
yet no emotions do we feel.
The day WILL come when she no longer cares,
our Mother... Earth... cries and despairs.
Happy fucking Earth day to us all.