My name is earth,
for what it’s worth,
There was a time,
when things were fine,
and I wasn’t rampant
with crime.
But now I tumble,
and parts of me crumble,
as this cruel world turns.
There are bloodstains at my feet,
pollution cries from my eyes,
as the drop in dark river grime.
Oh, how my arm aches,
as I bring it to my face,
with poison in them,
that come from syringes,
and I feel strange
things taking place,
oh, there’s a lot of pain in the earth today.
My head hurts so bad,
that it seems to split,
in so many places,
and lately I noticed,
I’m breaking,
I’m breaking out all over,
with these different color spots,
but this is weird, they’re square,
and when I squeezed them
white stuff came out.
Oh, there’s a lot
of pain in earth today,
and my ears they ache
from the banging sound,
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There it
goes again.
Wild fire burning out my hair as it runs from state to
state, and where the hell is Smokey the Bear.

© Shirley D. Simmons, 2009. All rights reserved