Sketch In The Sand Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Our world
Our mother
Our lover and brother
We are willing her dead
Wandering lost in confusion
With chemical fusion
A veil of illusion
Pulled over her head

So it is said
From the moment we're born
We are already dying
Is this the same for the world
Has she already died
A sketch in the sand
Washed away
By the tide

Do we join together
And become a phoenix
To rise from the fire
Or do we lay ourselves down
And willingly burn
On this funeral pyre
Was the snake in the Garden
Of Eden a liar

Genesis to Prometheus
Yet we are fighting
The war of Theseus
With nuclear fission
A poisoned dagger
Flying through the forest
To murder the trees
In one final mission

Is our innocence
Wandering lost in the night
Resting against a tree
So if I bring you the heart
Of Snow White
Will the sacrifice guide
Us back to light
Let's wait and see

Our world, our mother
If she erased our faction
With natural subtraction
Her wounds would heal
And her tale will continue
All would repeal
She would learn once again
How to feel