Forsaken
Come suckle upon this teat of life,
this giving nectar of sentient sustenance,
and when you imbibe its reviving plight,
you’ll want more and more until you’re bloated,
and then that teat will plea your sucking,
endlessly drawn from life itself,
until life in weak and weary state,
does fall to knee, exhausted.
What gift this life, this cognizance,
to know we live in paradise,
and still we suck till life is dry,
unquenched our thirst and for more we’ll try,
till all around us is desert,
and the giving earth now bereft of gifts
falls to dust
in hopeless abandonment.
We share not life, but violate it,
rob it of its dignity and humiliate its sanctity,
by gluttonous partaking of its soul,
without respect we remove at will,
consume and kill and pain unleash, until,
in the name of evolution,
without restitution,
we take and take and claim it right.
And nature is serene yet perplexed,
our sins too hard to fathom,
and all she can do is stretch herself
to wipe the board and start again,
and so she retaliates,
surging floods, fires and quakes,
to find a balance to all our sins, amend,
and bring light to minds forsaken.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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It is harsh realization what mankind has done to Mother Earth. It is past time we ask Her forgiveness and try to save Her. Your poem is so true on the brutality of this dire situation, Tony. I worked closely with Native Americans when I was on another site and heard their cries for healing of Mother Earth. So many people hear the cries of Mother Earth, but the damage just seems to get worse. Very well penned verse and powerful message, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you appreciated it. Take care.