The Culling Poem by Sol Karumi

Gaia, what do you have in mind for us?
The children of the waste, the people of dust.
We are the many, we are the ones.
Your elder daughters, your firstborn sons.

Stacked in each others pockets, and no room to breathe.
The time has come, for most of us to leave.
Be it gentle disease, or compassionate disaster,
Or even ourselves, because we do it faster.

Say you despise the words that are here.
It's our own faults, we have something to fear.
For we are the keepers of the sapphire star.
That we twisted, and burned, and covered with tar.

Cull us with kindness, trim us with care.
Moderate us, but don't let us despair.
We can learn to love you again.
But first we must learn, how to feel your pain.