What 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 mourned
Nobody cried
Only trees wept.

Poor Earth

A lonely wind sighed,
A planet had died
Not even a tomb.

Poor Earth

Struck with pure hate
The warning too late
Gutted 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.






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