Camera flashing, I stand amid strands of silky green
Perhaps the hands of the planet in a filthy stream
Blackened tar - its cancerous canvas an unnatural scar.
My fingertips gripped 'round a plastic jar,
its innocence dipped in a viscous chasm so dark.
Waves ripples as it displaces the water,
exchanging its space, traded as barter.
I lift the can, its cap twisted,
faithfully contains a liquid, woven, that'd collapsed its mistress.
Left is nothing but death when covered in cess -
a poisonous addiction, O' our mother has wept
she cries out, O' Gaia! In the thunder that crept...
The storm encroaches upon enormous roaches
borne in oceans she transforms emotion
in the form of "frozen"; glacial erasure.
To mourn is hopeless for she is greater than nations
Our Mother, earth;
Our savior, our maiden.
She hath been scorned with smoke
she awakens of hatred to her core evoked
with razors so bladed, how they gore and poke.
No man is safe on our planet's surface
unless we hold hands embraced and demand resurgence
'fore the cold hands of fate see our lands reverted -
'tis her home and her face and she can't be purchased.