In the beginning of creation, when the Earth was naked
Barren and wounded of rejection
She still silently queued in orbit with no objection
Third in place, yet content with her mission
Though some were more colossal and massive than her,
With their strength as their only pride and cruelty, their
middle name like a lion to an ant by its side
Though they spat at her face for her puny stature and
highlighted her flaws
An uproar was not her weapon nor spiting words of venom
her defence,
But was as subtle as a dove, yet as committed as a soldier
So soon enough her days of toil and tear were now days of
jubilation as she was crowned to be the mother for many, she
who was scorned , now rewarded,
she was dressed in a glorious garment bound with streams of
golden glare, flowers of all beautiful colours, fragrances
adorned her land , from meticulous ants to the mighty elephants
from caterpillars transformed to graceful butterflies,
from the hideous laugh of the hyenas to the chopping teeth of
the crocodiles, all was in orbit
Each one was dependent on the other like pedals to a bicycle
The creatures titled as humans were her most
treasured possession,
all the splendour of her kingdom was theirs,
from the very element that gives them life to the extent of the
slaughtering of trees of majesty for their need,
she has buried apacific of riches and has sacrificed the innocent lives of her subjects for their brutal sport,
if a limping deer was to be nursed ,
the argument would stretch if it was a perfect target to fire a bullet,
or if lush green meadows are dried and weathered from the
roots they would claim fora cemetery
To dye each strand of hair in different gradient of colour can be done
Yet the anguish cries of people who don’t
have a roof on their heads fall on deaf ears,
To plan schedules and diets for healthy living is a necessity
Yet in the real world, violence and pride are their main course
Something that never diminishes in quantity
This tears her heart and she is again bound in chains,
For man has volunteered to reverse time, transforming the Earth barren and arid
Devouring her love for legal paper and metal
Spilling violence on good soil giving birth to seeds of
destruction which has been rooted in
many hearts,
borne rotten fruit and have decayed the innocent lives of many.
This stench cannot be tolerated anymore,
So, we need to get back into our orbit
And revolve around peace and unity
For boast of strength has brought us here
Let us not continue is our lives of fear