A virus
No, a cancer
Cancerous cells bent on death
And it keeps growing.
Growing to overtake the host
Slowly killing the home that’s needed the most.
She fights back.
Back away she says
Control yourselves
You can’t continue at these rates or we’re done.
She sends her antibodies to fight
The storms, hurricanes, tornadoes, and quakes,
When its all finished, what will lie in the wake?
Wake me up!
Some cells have diminished,
But it hasn’t lost speed,
Seeing the signs but too blind to heed.
Heed my warning she says,
This wasn’t the plan,
Be kind to my body and your fellow man.
But you didn’t.
And it might be too late
Cancerous cells growing at alarming rates
It might be too late.
Too late now to reverse our fate.
Its here.
We’re here and we know
That for this cancer to grow
We must keep it fed.
Feed it,
Feed it we said!
We are the cancer growing
Too caught up in our ego to see.
And we feed it
Feed ourselves
And the more we eat from the land
The more we take from our mother’s hand
The more we feed.
We feed.
We feed off the earth
The earth that sparked our birth
And how do we treat it?
Eating and feeding
Growing and breeding
Consuming
Consuming
Consume me!
And take me away from this!
This thing you call life
Is void of life, no bliss
We feed
We take without asking
And give no return
We rip the life off the land
Then set it to burn
We feed
And the cancer has grown
Grown faster, stronger than ever known.
The signs were to keep us from destroying our home
We feed
We feed and we feed
Growing faster than weeds
And the more that we take, the more that she bleeds.
This cycle carries on unless we plant the seed
We must nourish the land
And prevent the wasteland
From coming
But the way it looks now
We stand on top of the pile
The pedestal we’re on, goes for miles and miles.
We’re not doomed for end
We can take this life back
Let’s take this world back
And stop the trend.
We feed and we feed
Giving in to our greed
Our grotesque bodies grow
We reapi what we sow
She bleeds and she cries
Slowly our mother dies
The knife in our grip
Blood soaking, it drips
We feed and dies
We laugh and she cries
Mourns for our loss
And here we stand at the top
United we stand
Drumstick clasped in each hand
This cancer has grown
Holding a chisel to the slab
Mother earth has been stabbed
The wounds cut too deep
She no longer weeps
The signs that were shown
Not heeded
Now we carve our gravestone.
About the Creator
Joshua Montes
I started writing a few years ago to curb my emotions. I used to be an angry person that would break things and punch walls. I found writing to be a productive way to deal and express my emotions. Short stories and poems are what I love
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Comments (1)
That’s so different type of poetry. Reality portrayed in other words... another way of seeing a death. I liked it