For days on closing eyes
all i can see is,
gaia, the greek goddess of earth
fury in eyes and
scars in heart.
She whispered her anguishes
into my delicate ears
and i am in tears.
I can see,
wailing lands under
the feet of humans unable
to breath.
And every time they shed tears
we are nearing the doom.
Then turquoise, now black
Then cattail and algae, now dirt and shit
Then smooth and limpid, now rotten
Rivers are dead.
Or killed?
The fragile mother soil i
have known is today unknown.
The humans made them alien, rigid.
Whenever i feel it
i am trembling above
the foreign soil.
Sick of inhaling the toxicity.
Smell of the air reminds
me of human greed.I am afraid.
I can't take it anymore.
Oh! i wish i could breath flowers
for surviving.
Like the manna fallen
from heaven,
pray for a saviour to
extricate this world from
barbaric humans.