Poetic Justice

Mother of nature

Giver of the very air we breathe

A balance that is pure

 

Truly the tree of life

For without you where would we be

Without you the earth would be in strife

 

Becoming as dead as the moon

Filled with nothing but remaining debris

Of all we have ruin

 

You have many faces

But only one body

And it is the exhale of your perfume that life embraces

 

Chocolate brown

And earthen green

Sometimes dancing in your winter gown

 

So many things you give to us

You are the beginning, the end, and the very key

Giving the necessity that for us is a desperate must

 

But as a cancer we feed upon you

Killing the source of our primary need

And when you are gone what will all living things do?

 

God giving to man

The ability

To understand

 

To be his own judge

Jury

Executioner - the journey of man - his trudge

 

 

To allow man but one chance

By letting him choose his own destiny

And through his dependence

 

Poetic justice

Planted in a seed

And desired by all which exist

 

Food we need

But would not die as quickly

If today we did not feed

 

Water we all need

So you bring rain to the sea

To every species and every breed

 

But even without it we would not die

As quickly

Though our mouths would be dry

 

But the one thing we can not go one second without

is the air we breathe

The essences you spout

 

So in life we are bound together

Never to be free

From the other

 

If you -- we genocide

Ignoring your pleas

Then we in turn commit suicide

 

And thus

Poetically

Punishing us

 

Creating our own fate

Being our own disease

Dying from our own mistake

 

Driven from a bleeding earth

From the madness of greed

Our sin from birth

Copyright ©2001 Carola-Dawn Deschamps