Wind Blown Poem by Lalithashree Ganesh

Roar, roar, uproar
the wind ROARED
above
and beyond.

Brrr, Grrr, Sweep and Slide,
Razed
to the ground.

Scattered wheat, broken boats.

Storms, hurricanes, cyclones...
Take away,
what we grow, what we fish.

We are wind blown. Yes.
We are the changemakers,
altering the weather.
From our greed,
for more
and more
and MORE.

We are the new-age revolutionaries
who consume
and consume
and CONSUME.

We are the ones,
Killing
Slowly
Our Mother Earth.

We are the greenhouse gases.
We are the cyclones and the volcanoes.
We are the ultraviolet and the storms.
We are the drought.
We are the Wind Blown.

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