The Earth Files a Complaint

By Jiya

In the cosmos of galaxies, I stand,

Name given to me so grand,

I am where you attain death and birth, 

I – the planet green – Mother Earth.

My bones reach the open skies,

My blood gushes through all those lies, 

My heart where the birds sing,

Changing seasons from Winter to Spring.

But times have changed now,

Upon even I wonder how,

My people are so greedy, 

They themselves destroy their basic needs.

My bones are becoming weaker now,

My rivers are flowing with plastic tears,

Yet man only prefers the wow, 

My end is near, only thing that fears.

You drilled me down for glittery gold, 

You make my air burn out of smoke, 

Skyscrapers prick my sky both young and old, 

It is high time you realized it is not a joke.

You make me cry every day,

Your innocence ignores the consequences that lay,

I stayed quiet but now it is time,

To punish you for your committed crime.

I gave you all that you wanted, 

The mountains, the winds, the rivers enchanted,

Still, you men are not satisfied misusing, 

Alas! Earth you are soon going to be losing.

I have been bearing the pain for a long time,

I have conveyed my grief only through a mime,

But you will not stop until,

Grief, loss, pain, in your heart I slowly fill.

Natural Disasters are one of my forms,

They do not wait to fulfill any norms,

Destroying everything in their way, 

Washing off population from land to the bay.

Earthquakes make you cry like you made mine,

Suns rays killing you by its radiant shine, 

My land trembles and tsunamis brought,

I show more terror with flood and drought.

Oh man! think for a while, 

The crimes you have committed have crossed the pile, 

I am bound by barriers big enough, 

Giving you pain, even for me, as a mother is tough.

I have signaled you with all that I could, 

It is your part to change it into the good,

Start respecting all even if a few,

Only this can save both me and you.

Otherwise, my dear friend,

Our end is nearing,

You have carried this tradition of misusing to a trend,

Marine life is also fearful.

I plead you man, please save me, 

For we share a bong strong, as a friend,

Else, be ready and dare to see, 

How we together meet - our end. 

By Jiya