The Earth Has Questions

 

 

I think the world wants answers from us this time.

It wants to know why we dig holes and hit old wounds?

Why we send hateful threats to its door step?

I talked to the earth...we chatted and discussed our lives.

I was an insider looking out and he an outsider looking in.

We came up with few answers.

Why do they hurt me, when I give them shelter?

I defended us wholeheartedly

While trying to swallow a thick piece of guilt

He could see that it was hard for me

He grew angry and so did I

Fighting for a world with little remorse

Murdering the hand that feeds our souls

We wonder why...

When our actions are our answers

Simultaneously we questioned

Because they are/we are human

It does not excuse whats we do

We know right from wrong

Treat the earth the way we want to be treated

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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