Julia Butterfly Hill, environmental activist
SUCK BREAST OF THE LAND
Don't be turned under a loop and allow
Your muscles of tendons get snatched away,
By the wench wind of that little devil on the way,
Grab the nipple and suck the breast of the land,
Being bones shouldn't prevent you from sucking.
Though the earth is as silent as night soil,
The demon of terrorism hasn't dusted all the
Oil in the body of the land of charm and magic,
Sleight of hands can still cuddle and dandle
The soft organs of the land into erection.
Even when the mouth is full of water that it cannot
Blow fire into a flame and smoke of conflagration,
The pale sand of the earth can sing the song of fire,
If recesses of heart can be as wise as owls of action.
Culture of silence can't be the future of this land,
This province of providence needs mind of action,
That can snatch victory from the jaw of defeat,
Be an aggressive military head of the earth paradise.
****************copyright Ikechukwu Obiorah
Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, what a find! I hope more young people from different parts of the world will submit to our page.
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