Alive

This is a poem about the torture we are subjecting Nature to, in order to satisfy our own selfish demands, not realising that it is what will cause our own extinction eventually. Mother Nature speaks to humans, and warns them once again about the danger they are causing themselves.

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I open my eyes and feel the weight

My head won’t lift and my limbs won’t move

Is this the end?

Have I surrendered to my fate?

But I won’t perish so easily my friend,

Life is weak, but fights till the end.

My joints give away to the pain you crushed me with,

My lungs still flutter like a fish trying to breathe.

My blood gushes out like I am an open wound,

My heart thuds against my ribs like a fierce hound.

You might have cut me into a hundred pieces

But my eyes still see your petty demands,

As I laugh at your mortal wishes.

Death becomes me, and I become death,

I make you pray on your knees, and unleash my wrath.

But you wouldn’t budge

You wouldn’t wake up from your dreams,

Understand that I am your sole provider

Not the subject of your whims.

You can torture and exploit me to the core,

Despite the warnings, mournings and more.

But you must know that I’m a revenant,

I’ll rise from my ashes, while you can’t.