The Road Not Spared

The Road Not Spared

A golden sun once beamed over a clear blue sky,

Birds once chirped joyously in stoic, mighty oaks,

Salmon once swam freely through vast oceans, and

Mist and mystery once covered swaths of greenery, leaving forests cloaked.

Now, that world is no more.

Now, black banks

Roll over barren hills, and

Bring despair to a rotting land.

Proud redwood forests,

Strong enough to thrive for millennia,

Decimated in seconds, helpless in the face of human greed

The sacred silence of their realm shredded

Their screams of anguish drowned out by the

Cacophony of loud music, malicious machinery,

Like sharp metal knives ripping open a soft sheep’s coat.

Wise old giants murdered by the young and foolish.

Serene, clear lakes,

Disturbed only by the tongue

Of a graceful gazelle,

Causing small, beautiful ripples,

Now destroyed

By the dumping of filthy sludge

Coating fish in a new

Black skin, causing suffocation

Slowly bright light

Leaves now dull eyes.

While a few voices half heartedly mumble for change,

The masses enthusiastically continue

To brutally attack our one, universal mother,

Despite knowing that they owe her everything

Leaving her bruised and broken on the ground,

Blood gushing from her deep, jagged wounds,

Only to then be raped by her own children,

Yet still providing us with life and sustenance,

Her love for her monsters perennial.

Your nation finds pride in national birds, plants, flowers,

And yet you

Part of the supposed “most civilized, intelligent species”

Could, in reality, simply not care

About the outcome of this brutality

And its effect on our future.

The golden sun hidden by black smoke,

The birds choking on their own song, lungs filled with poison

The salmon lying belly-up in the water,

The mist and mystery of the forests replaced with murder and misery.

Deforestation, destruction, devastation,

The Earth screams with pain,

Yet we turn a blind eye,

Forgetting to cry,

As our Earth screams again.