The Tilted Boulder Poem by Dela Bobobee

There is a stationary climatic boulder
tilted by the legendary greed of mankind
to cataclysmic proportions devoid of sanity
but once set in motion will never stop rolling
the planet earth our only God given home
onto the precarious edge of the great chasm
and into an abysmal void of total extinction

man used to Sisyphus continuous rolling
boulder from bottom to the top of the
proverbial hill thinks his existentialist tricks
can save him from this precarious games
he stubbornly plays with his lifeline, nature
and thinks that my voice will finally grow
hoarse and blunt never to thump his eardrums

but I can’t stop crying in the wilderness
because I care, for mankind, and the legacy
of our future generations yet unborn to see
what a custodian we made God to believe
we are when he faithfully and bountifully
gave man dominion over all his creation
and because I know what God’s silence means piety

you can change your greedy ways and repair the
wrong for there is also virtue and goodness imbibed
in you by God to reverse the hand of the tickling clock
of the time bombs you created with your own hands
when you look deep down into your soul to realize
marvel at your infinite gift of insight and creativity
for I know the son of whom we are is omniscient