When The World Cries Foul Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When the ants cry foul,
We will have blisters,
Large sores from the curse,
For they will not be asking,
But telling us to stop at once
For we've been stepping
On them for too long.

When the rocks cry foul,
They will explode,
Into the air like bayonets,
Saying we've overheated earth,
And they cannot take it anymore.

When the air cries foul,
We will choke from smog,
And wear masks everywhere.
For it will been telling us,
We've been pouring dirt,
Into it for too long.

When the frogs cry foul,
They will utter the bull frog croak,
Asking how they will jump,
For we've been feasting,
On frog's legs on our buffets.

When the inner city cries foul,
There will be a burgeoning wave,
Of ignorance and poverty,
That asks how long this nightmare,
Called life can go on,
While the surburbs look neat,
These inner chambers of kings and queens
Romance the money on beds of gold.

When the youth cries foul,
They will be asking nations,
What they have done to leave
The world a place where future cohorts
Do not live and cry for jobs,
Looking at the sky till their
Eyes go blind from hopelessness.

When Americans cry foul
They will pour out into
The streets asking how,
Gun totting cops and
Insolent adults can wield
The power of the gavel
By shooting souls at random.

When the oceans cry foul,
They will be protesting,
The melting of glaciers,
That fill them up
And drown the islands
Leaving whole nations landless.