One moment in time a human
celebrated curling smoke rising
through their homes, and flickering
flames shone, softening their fear of
growing darkness and the waiting wilful wilderness.
Then like Saruman, they learnt
to use it to enslave, and invent
monstrous machines, turning
buried treasures to killing gases,
polluting their joy, stealing elite, innate innocence.
The fires now burn earth’s lungs,
animals lunge for safety, terrified
people flee, flames leaping
from vast fires, which fill the over
heated atmosphere with gas,
creating a string of dreadful, deadly disasters
Gifted to us by a gracious hand,
a blue planet, oceans for a heart,
forests to be breathe for creation,
and ice caps sparkling as eyes
and the call of children a clear call of conscience.
But, now the heart is diseased,
the lungs collapsing with cancer,
the melted poles reveal a terrible
lack of sight, amidst the call of
little ones, silenced by the grip of grim greed.