Dead Sea Poem by Tom Billsborough
Dead Sea
The flotsam and the jetsam
The plastic floats to smother
To make a sterile Ocean.
Why do we kill our mother
From whose vast womb
At first we did appear?
I hear the tide that whispers
Following my stride
Echoing the message...
Stop this matricide.
Aptly put. Stop the matricide. The ocean is a sacred place.
Thanks Robert. I'm having to use this part as when I go into the reply section I just get the message The connection has been reset. Perhap Ph should warn everyone not to reset their passwords!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hi Jette, I'm having to use the comment section to Reply. Something about resetting a password! the PH chimps seem to have taken over again! Yes, the ocean is a sacred place. that is very beautifully expressed.