MAIMING ME; THE EARTH CHATS THE SKY

Exhausts venomously deplete

I cannot stand many’s tune as they fashionably compete

Unseen fumes from coolers happily maim

While inventions to revive crops have a common aim

Of hurting the rivers of my eyes

And changing its colours with their respective dyes

Bones of machines lie on my flesh and heavily pinch

The little hair left to protect, others lynch

Just to get my little pests which they deem sumptuous

They cut my precious horns without replacing, presumptuous?

You know best what I mean because you are the one they prune

You have your quick revenge because you give them your hot magic rune

Making them aware of your anger

My eyes sometimes swallow some of them in anger

Though I stretch and open my mouth to eat some in hunger

They care less about me and treat me like a stranger

While they live comfortably in my belly

They find ways to appease you and try to have my rivers as their ally

Greed for comfort makes them cut my body

Thinking they’re building palaces which are shoddy

I carry their load and their shoddy mansions

And give them no sanctions

But they still aim to kill me

What will their plan of living then be?

I am their vehicle

Without me there is no miracle

They will perish and vanish

Like the rain washes their writings on a board, “Your images, burnish”

I try to say but their excessive garbage they throw into my mouth

Static, I can go nowhere without them, north or south

They still remain in me

East or west in my belly they’ll forever be

But they really want to see to the end of our ruin.

By amoafowaa