Terra Firma Poem by henry igbinedion

Caressed at night
By the moon’s gentle beams
Hugged warmly at noon
By the Sun’s infinite fluorescence
She floats endlessly
Driven by the Maker’s unseen hand.

Irrigated by the enduring waters
Of her travelling Rivers
And nourished by
The teeming life of her blue Oceans.

Our world,
Cratered by the opulent peaks of the Everest
The Kilimanjaro, and the icebergs; but
Would Junior see the majesty of the arctic?
Would Junior see the snow capped mountains of my youth?

We have dug a hole in the roof of our home
The Land of the Mandinkas
The habitat of the Caucasians
And the domicile of all Orientals;
Would Junior see the lush forests of the Amazon?

We have martyred our world for greed
Like rabid dogs, devoured her insides
And ripped to shreds her Amazonia blanket;

Would Junior see the glory of the simmering desert?
The scintillating brilliance of waterfalls
Rather the epitaph of a boiling cauldron and
A hole in the roof?

Would Junior see my beautiful world?