J. Jade T. Baguio


Mea Culpa, Mother Earth


Grass were greener before,
Trees were bigger and more.
Now Earth is near to its destruction.
Diseases are scattered in every nation.

I wanted to know who killed my home.
The Earth is a sweet place where I roam.
Who slaughtered the fields where I used to run?
Who cut down the trees where I used to have fun?

So I tried to find clues
And I went to the seas.
But the sea is dead
So I cried and bled.

I tried to ask the games in the forest.
Perhaps they could give answer to my quest.
But my heart bled again
And I cried in the rain.

Then in a corner I sat
With my heart filled with wrath.
Only to find out
I am guilty of that.

Scenes start to flashback
As I ride on a truck.
The smoke went up
It flies to the cloudy top.

When I threw my garbage,
I didn’t thought I’d be in bondage.
There is blood on my shirt.
Mea culpa, Mother Earth.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2009

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