so many
tall mountains
in the world
nature created
those age old peaks
God created
sacred mounts
while man expressed
numerous heaps and mounds
uprisings of excess
hordes of worn out tires
mountains of tragic plastic
as nature expires
while this earthly creation retires
as the world goes spastic
all man's surplus
fabricating all this mire
so many scarred battlefields
economic growth founds deserts
birthing fluctuating climate
witness the earth stagnate
watch pollution mounting
this continuous ruination
destroying ancient sites
such immeasurable destruction
tearing down sacred heights
if the trusted sun would speak
we'd no doubt hear a message
detect something terrifying
revelations that are utterly bleak
sorely we'd be addressed
if the relevant moon could speak
express us as unholy
we are such misguided freaks
so much blatant corruption
too much tainted addiction
somewhere at the bottom
laying dormant in the deepest sea
a waiting black hole
but earthlings don't see
any good redirection
if there is correction
people should worship
not obliterate and annihilate
what remains of forest life
few things still have energy to plead
heedless devastation and eradication
we need all those saviour trees
we need all earth's birds and bees
when great towers crumble and fall
when brilliant beings
that once flew and crawled
have forever disappeared
how will we go on
how queer the earth will be
do you think God
will forgive us
can you imagine
love and creation
could ever be
so resilient and strong

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