30 April 2016

life should never be
business as usual
worshipping the calf
in catatonic stupor
screamed the prophet
into the teeth
of the howling
gale

our planet, our mother
is reaping a whirlwind
bombed out cities
refugees fleeing
forests destroyed
oceans, rivers poisoned
the mothers, the children
dying

the wind
picking up his words
softened its breath
and eased

but only a little