The Landscape doesn’t fit my eyes

Its man-made edges ask me why,

when all Earths borders touch the sky

do living things so cruelly die?

 

The Seascape doesn’t calm my eyes

In trenches deep bereft it lies,

When Ice Caps Melt The Planet Cries

So little in it Multiplies.

 

Fenced in and Farmed we Excavate

Yet all our knowledge comes too late

and drives between us words of hate,

where we destroy we should create.

 

So come on Mother do your Worst

rid yourself of those you’ve cursed

Who put themselves and riches first,

bring revelation unrehearsed.