Our Wounded Earth Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

Oh Mother Earth, in silent plea,
What have we done, what do we see?
The rivers weep, the forests sigh,
Beneath our feet, the deserts dry.

We carve your skin, we take, we tear,
Not knowing how, not knowing where.
The skies you gift, once pure and bright,
Now choked and grey, no stars at night.

The creatures lost, the trees cut down,
Their cries of sorrow, a haunting sound.
The oceans rise, the glaciers fall,
And yet we turn, we heed no call.

In greed we tread, in haste we toil,
We poison land, we waste the soil.
Your heartbeat slows, your breath is weak,
But still you wait, still peace you seek.

Oh Mother Earth, we hear your cry,
A broken world beneath our sky.
Forgive us now, we beg, we pray,
To heal your wounds, we find our way.

Let every hand, let every heart,
Restore your beauty, play our part.
For you, dear Earth, our only home,
In harmony, let us atone.