wild winds

wild winds

wild winds blowing
Mother is pissed

She has put up with us
for millennia
Her patience
is at an end

we burn
we chop
we dig and churn
we poison
we piss
we kill
we maim
we damn
we overfish
we factory grow meat
no one needs to live
fruit of the tree
herb of the field
is what we require
we allow it all
and for what reason?

portraits of dead presidents
in bulging bank accounts

wild winds are blowing
seas are lifting up
mountains are exploding
for now not enough to shut us up

but soon, dear children
soon
too little
too late is what I think we'll do

another mistake
in a long list of those
perhaps began when
the penises took power

from the goddess
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit~!

vcp
4 August 2015




Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2015-08-05 at 01:22

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful and I am afraid true.
2015-08-08



We have taken very bad care of her and we will feel her merciless wrath. Or like Ken says: we get what we reap.
We are facing our apocalypse and politicians argue about the ownership of a woman's body. We'll get exactly what we deserve as a species.
Ashe
2015-08-05


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
we sow
we reap
the wuerl
wind
Ken D
2015-08-05