Bleeding beauty
She has become tired and weak once more
Her land cannot absorb the seeping blood of man
Poisoned by it, she wails a painful cry
More remains to bury six feet under
Shrouds of black veil her luscious green beauty
The cedar bows down in homage to its fallen victims
Whilst the wind carries her painful wails through the mountaintops and valleys
From Bekaa to Tyre
From the north to the south
And her people can not hear her sorrowful whisper nor feel her painful ache
She is dying and no one dares to notice.
tempest 17/05/08
Her land cannot absorb the seeping blood of man
Poisoned by it, she wails a painful cry
More remains to bury six feet under
Shrouds of black veil her luscious green beauty
The cedar bows down in homage to its fallen victims
Whilst the wind carries her painful wails through the mountaintops and valleys
From Bekaa to Tyre
From the north to the south
And her people can not hear her sorrowful whisper nor feel her painful ache
She is dying and no one dares to notice.
tempest 17/05/08
posted by Tempest @ 8:47 pm
2 Comments:
At 3:26 am,
Anonymous said…
Ah, mother earth is indeed weeping for your ingnorance, but she is stronger and wiser than we can possibly imagine, and will heal quickly either with our help or with our extinction.
Bless you, dear Sister, for the heartfelt poem.
Ya Haqq!
At 10:48 am,
Tempest said…
Thank you. The poem was inspired by the events that took place in Lebanon a few months ago when the situation there was getting quite dangerous.
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