In my veins, I've felt a mystery
Of corrdors of time, books on history
Tribal songs of ages, throbbing in my blood
Have danced to the rhythm of a tide and flood
We live on a planet called Earth,
So destroyed and misunderstood
Of every encounter, passion and heat
Love has blossomed down to my feet
Earth has given me love and strength
To carry the fight on and climb the fence
Yet, we ignore the things that hurt Earth the most
The coal and the oil that makes it toast
We live on a planet called Earth,
So destroyed and misunderstood
The trees and plants,
The fragrance and taste
Have thrilled my senses,
Beyond all haste
Planet Earth my home, a sanctuary place
To hide my thoughts, from the Devils face
Yet, we disgrace this land with pain and fear
And God must respond by dropping a tear
Causing the Pakistan flood,
It's time that we understood
That we must change our selfish ways
And do things that we wouldn't normally do
To blow away the clouds, and see the blue
We must unite, and fight the physical change
This is our planet, our home and lives
Yet, we ignore its needs, and global warming thrives
Comments
pinda | December 3, 2010 - 00:22
A small poem about our home, Earth and how we sometimes treat it like an object rather than a living thing.
BeKsta | December 3, 2010 - 06:48
here here! A story which is all to true. Honesst, heartfelt and caring. I liked these two lines the best
'Tribal songs of ages, throbbing in my blood
Have danced to the rhythm of a tide and flood'
as it suggests how long us humans have needed and used the earth for a myriad of reasons (we really should respect it back)!:)