The first draft of my latest poem. A Voice For Our Mother By Drew Owens We speak for the air Barely able to catch its breath Choking on us Her lungs collapsing skies Inescapable sphere Shrinking clouds We weep for the birds We speak for the oceans Floating death washed ashore Life that swims no more A deep blue black grave Unmarked We weep for the fish We speak for the dirt Buried under layers of humanity Wasted potential scattered Synthetic soil Sprouts jagged edged flowers Metallic scented We weep for the worms We speak for the leaves Falling in Spring Dying limbs Twigs splayed fingers grasping Gasping final breath The wind a smoking gun We weep for the trees We speak for the tigers Dead stripes displayed A picture to remember Frozen on a page Heads mounted on mans wall Lonely jungle We weep for the predators We speak for the rabbit Outrun the tortoise Bullets win the race Stewpots boiling over The belly growling pleasure A good days hunt We weep for the prey We speak for the children Starving innocence A living skeletal remain Dull toys rocks and sticks Parched cracked lips Still they smile We weep for the future We speak for the men Hours they slave Erecting monuments Crumbling empire vast ruins One mans home Another mans grave We weep for the past We speak for the woman Struggling single mom Voice of reason Logical and sensible Humble and wise Beating the odds We weep for the exploited We speak for mankind Sleepless laboratory nights Experimental salvation Test tubes filled with hope A cure for the disease of insatiable appetite Parasitic human We weep for the cause We speak for our mother Desperate for our love Torn between Aborting us from her womb Or more chance to play In her garden once lush Bountiful gifts unwrapped emptied Now barren sour fruit in the dust Trees whose roots thirst for blood She offers the shelter of her heart From the storm of our creation Us her orphans raised Spoiled full grown babies Still learning to crawl Running a muck reckless abandon Scavenging lost in her distant lands Always there Wherever we wander She patiently waits for our return Home under her roof of golden blue Violet haze Sparkling sapphire sky Clouds that rain mothers milk To quench the thirsty souls And forgive Each day another slight She kisses us with thunder And each passing day we wonder why She hasnt given up on us We weep for ourselves
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 00:08:01 +0000
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