It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.

Pull the curtains over me
Wrap me in darkness
Throw me in the bottom of the pit
And leave me there to die
No longer can I breathe the air
Or drink the water here
We have destroyed our Mother Earth
No more birds left to fly
Bees are gone from flower beds
Our food is tainted by man
Plastic fills the ground below
Nature can't comply
Take away my concrete home
The metal car I drive
Give me back the forests green
The crystal clear blue sky
Bomb the factories that eat our air
And make our plastic food
Go back to living from the earth
Self destruction we defy
Take our world back before it's gone
Before we destroy her soul
Unwrap the curtains of her death
And bring her life a new.

May 27, 2016

~Do you suture
the sun to the sea...
or observe as what
set them free?~

come hither
bring the next epiphany
tho’ it may be shrouded
in the darkest night of soul
‘tis too exquisite
not to know
the wisdom folded
within

©2016janetaylor