Signos Poem by Someone Else

Signos



Blue was the sky above our heads
and green the grass beneath us
-such was the world on which we tread:
in peace, untroubled by the lust
of man in his desiring.
So was the world to us bestowed:
bountiful, breathtaking.
In opulence did rivers flow,
in abundance did land thrive,
and every last jade field
‘neath patches of cerulean sky
was ours to cultivate and wield -
but indeed our greed did steadily destroy
the land we ought to have enjoyed.

Now overhead the skies are gray
and the ground beneath disgraced.
We placed the earth in disarray
and surrendered lands to lethal waste.
In the midst of dwindling life,
with blues and greens all nearly gone,
we now live and work in strife,
because of all that we have done.
Earth, this home, is black and grim
as is the air that we must breathe,
and as the light of the sun yet dims
as the seas around us seethe
with venom, death, and grime,
we strive in payment of our crimes.

So we shudder against the tides
that spill the wrath of nature over,
and we hasten without time to bide
to fix the world we dared to shatter;
to mend the lives of all of those
who built their homes on dreams
we each splintered when we chose
to defile the earth with errant schemes;
to wipe the tears from those who ail
in lands plagued with disease;
to undo the consequences that unveil
the dreadful threat of Man’s decease.
So must we strain lest it be too late
to change the winds of a deadly fate.

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