Poor Earth
hat planet is that?I don’t know, God.Why, it’s dead!I hear a woman weeping.Let’s go closer.The dead were not mournedNobody criedOnly trees wept.Poor EarthA lonely wind sighed,A planet had diedNot even a tomb.Poor EarthStruck with pure hateThe warning too lateGutted and raped.
Poor Earth
Who will defend her
Who will mend her
Who will befriend her?
Poor Earth
Poor Earth
Poor Earth
That’s not a woman crying . . .
That’s the Planet.
