Humanity's Tomb

If you press your ear to the Earth’s breast,
           You will hear a heartbeat
A bump bump ba rump of the oldest chest
           The rhythm and blues that dances beneath our feet
 

If you get ever so lucky to watch the wind sway between daybreak
           to catch a glimpse of what carries the soul to the breath
to feel the old familiar creak and the bruising kind of ache
Of a body cratered by her own life and death

Then you’d hear the song of a forest no longer standing
The symphony of shores and ice caps being erased
           A deafening melody that could only be demanding
For the restoration of it’s home, it’s heart, it’s rightful place

How do you give back land that was never yours?
Who does the weeping when we are all gone?
Cigarettes and soda cans never belonged on our ocean floors
So how much longer until we do something about being wrong?

I will not call it a crisis and continue to stand still
When there are cities who cannot drink the water
When endangered species are hunted for the thrill of the kill
As mother Earth is silenced by her own sons and daughters

The reckoning of a furious mother is not a stranger        to nature
When she speaks, we have no choice but to listen
A roaring tsunami is only the orchestrated warning of danger
Of what is to come when the ignorant bliss ends

If you press your ear to the Earth’s breast,

 

             you will hear screaming