When Maid Earth Be Green Again Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

Once upon a time when the fair maid Earth was made,
She was all green with fresh springs to wash her.
So beautiful was she and serene.
And men who lived with her loved her.
For she was bliss, yes she was bliss.
For man and beast alike dwelt in the calm of her arms.
Rocking in the wide bosom that stretched from sea to sea.

But then, ages passed and hearts fell to ambition.
Men loved her no more.
For in her they saw a Maid to explore.
Defile her, they did,
For they wanted dominion over all that dwelt in his arms.
And as the ages passed, they grew.
Men made great fires that chocked Earth’s breath,
Fire from irons and pipe houses.

And Earth sat, calling to them.
But no, they were gone wild now.
Improve they did and it hurt
And slowly, her skin faded,
The fresh greens on her face replaced with dusty black.
Her bosom was hot now, burning the ice patches of her
Graceful body.
Her lovers looked and cried,
What has made the fair Maid thus?
Global warming, some cried.

They paced about in her arms,
Confused of how to save her.
And oh, they talked,
But nothing was done and she sank to her feet.
The beauty is gone and now she is a monster.
Yes, a monster spitting harsh wind on men,
Flooding her lovers habitat with milk.
And they cried, “Hurricane”.
Confused with thoughts now to restore her.

But she will have her revenge,
Till they get rid of the irons and pipes
That burns her soul,
Till, she be green again.