Monday, December 13, 2010

Killing our mother

By: Ali Taha Alnobani
© 2011 by THE BIRD(

I became the miserable planet in the space
Oil ships get wrecked over my sea
Fume covers my ancient face
All weapons and guns turned to me
I'm the earth:
Your memory, your love
Your story tree
How life could be
Without me
Over millions of years
I was the mother
I saw loving, killing, traveling in winter                           
And in summer
You are to kill the mother                                          
Over millions of years
I presented to you all my rhyme                          
I wished you peace and delight
And turned a blind eye of your crimes
But you turned my day to dark night
My green dress became yellow
And the blue planet became white
You must know
I could lose my nice coat
But, I will stay
And unthankfulness will be fought

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