A re-post from the ‘other side’ –
A cold wind blows, and all in sorrow dwell,
the fractured earth sings out her requiem –
upon her form, unquenched, a raging hell,
around her head, a fading diadem.
“Defiled and ravaged by your greed” she cries,
all bruised and battered as a child abused –
her woodlands raped beneath the dark’ning skies,
and plundered are her riches, then misused.
The wings that fly above her head so fair,
the hills and valleys spread across her land –
all such are wrecked and ravaged without care,
his number traced upon the golden sand.
A bleak wind blows across her countenance,
Within its wake, a decimated world –
a land spurned not by fortune nor by chance
this wretched place, where man’s contempt is hurled.