SAVE OUR PLANET!
I wrote this poem three years ago. So much seems to have come true since then. I'd like to dedicate my poem to everyone fighting climate change, striving to protect our wildlife and create a better environment, a safer world, for us all to share:
I Saw Her Crying in Tom Planter’s Field
I saw her crying in Tom
Planter’s field,
The blonde-haired girl in
black nobody knows,
Her eyes were hollowed
out, her raw lips peeled,
She wore a silver
bullring through her nose.
She bore the scars of
herbicidal birth,
The effluent she drank
from river sewers,
The fertilisers ploughed
in her moist earth,
The weed-killers and
steroid-laced manures.
She showered herself in
fairy liquid froth,
Her neck was hung with
fishing leads on line,
She ate our waste, drank
disinfectant broth,
And breathed our soot and
diesel fumes so fine.
Let’s hold a wake and
pray for Mother Earth,
Her hair of acid rain
forest etched black,
Her eyes green petrol
jelly lakes,
The extinct broods, her
children, won’t come back,
The angel turns and life
begins anew,
She bows her head and
leads me to a place,
A kissing gate through
which the chosen few,
Will pass while we all
rot in our disgrace.
(c) HJ Furl 2017
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