THE
EARTH DIRGE
‘I
THE DEFILED’
“I that was bequeathed
to you in good order, in the likeness of our maker; I have done nothing but
serve you. I have been of good provisions and I’m of abundance, none rivals me.
Without me, you’re nothing but vanity. You ebb and disintegrate with me. All
that you’ve done to me is disregarding me, and like trash, you’ve made me
tripe. You continue to defy my signals of warning. I want to salvage you and
embrace you like a baby that you once were to me. All still, in vain all my
efforts. You bury your head in the sand like an ostrich and you show me your
posterior self whenever I speak to you of my suffering. What being have you
become because I no longer recognize you as the adorable creature that gave
back to me whenever I granted you of provision?
I was once green,
sprouting of health and wealth. We were once great chums. We cared for each
other and natured one another. What animal have you become, mysterious being? I
know not of what animal you’ve turned out to be because even the animals that
live within me seem to reason with me more than you do these days. All you do
is reap of me and enrich yourself. The resources that I carry you exploit of
them for your good. That’s alright. They were made for you. But then, the pollution
that you generate behind the filthy tracks of your feet as you walk away is
humiliating. You do not look back but continue walking away gluttonously like
the being you’ve become. You leave me for the dead. I feel defiled by you, I
say.
My arteries you gush
and now I ooze of blood. I’m bleeding profusely from the underbelly. I now emit
poison. This I did not create. It is your own doing. The seas and the oceans
beneath me now wonder what I’m made of. They aren’t the fresh cool waters that
they used to be when we still were chums with you. The lilies have dried and I
now hear of hyacinths. The fish no longer live to tell the tale of deep waters.
They no longer have a home and now they blame me. The plankton are no more,
they tell me. They tell me they have a different name, endangered species! The
coral reef is rusty they say and continue to hurl jeers of regret at me saying
I defile their territories. Tell me it is not true what they say about me. I
thought I gave you the authority to reign over me and all that I’m made of as
the creator commanded us to do. I say to the fish, the seas and the oceans,
that I’m vindicated of all that they blame of me but point a finger to you that
call thyself human being. I bleed I say and I didn’t hurt myself but you defile
me.
The heavens are
watching and wondering where all this is heading to. The skies are no longer
blue. They no longer know not what they are made of but who is defiling them.
The clouds are weary and no longer know what drops of rain are made of. They are
pale and run dry in wait for extinction. Then you say I’m mean and heartless
depriving you of the good and pleasurable rainfall that you once enjoyed. I
would want to give you rain people, and the heavens know this all too well. You
deprived thyself of rain and on this too, I’m vindicated. You’re in charge of
your own destiny, human! I’m scorched by the angry sun overhead and I’m about
to go down on my knees, heavy laden and with no iota of strength remaining in
my veins and the crust of my backbone. The ozone layer no longer knows its size
because it now sags like an extra large undergarment!
The rays of the sun
upon me have never been this violent since time immemorial. This time I’m
afraid of what shall become of me. The green grass that covered my body, the
shrubs and the thicket of lumber that surrounded my arteries are no longer with
me. They wither and burn out under wild fires ignited by the angry sun that
emits scouring rays upon them. They blame me of deserting them and say I no
longer provide them with a drop of water beneath their roots. I cannot convince
them of my innocence because even those that I spoke to, you fell them and made
wood with them before I could answer them back. The grass that still struggled
with me in this misery trying to shield me from the sun, you’ve harvested of
it. The river beds now remain bare and barren. The river wonders of the
upstream because all that it knows of is silt and sand threatening to siphon it
dry. I feel I’m losing this battle as long as you continue to disregard me and
defile me. As long as you continue without mercy to reap of me without
replenishing me, I too cannot replenish the granaries for you. I say to you
human, I’m defiled!
I was magnificent when
you were placed upon me. I had plenty to give you and you vowed to take good
care of me like your other siblings. Like you take care of those you sire from
thy groins, your children. East to West, North to South I was magnificent and I
brag not. The North Pole was great and intact and cared what the South Pole was
doing. Now the North and the South exist in their own worlds. The East no
longer cares what the West is doing. They have had a new teacher, a new human
that cares of own interests. The snow used to be adventurous and good for the
eye. Now it thaws away prematurely before winter sneezes for the summer is
already here. The oceans complain of capacity they know not where to keep it
because the volumes are too much for them to hold. They too wonder of their
upstream oblivious of what is happening up there. They freeze and so do the
creatures that call these masses home. All that remains when summer comes are
skeletons, dry bones of what were. I’m petrified and perturbed by horror that
you give me. I’m horrified and I can no longer be of provision to you while you
hold me in captivity.
The lands are barren
because of the chemicals that you churn with my soil intoxicating me and
chocking me with acidity. I’m no longer productive like I used to be. Then upon
me, industries thrive. That’s okay, but the waste they pour over me and into my
arteries is sickening. My crust can no longer hold and support you and your
generations. I can only guarantee you today but tomorrow it’s upon thee to
declare. The smoke coming out of what you create and burn within your
manufacturing plants, makes the heavens speechless. The heavens are in awe
people. How then will they give you fresh rain while you poison their bladders?
All they can give is acid rain if at all anything yields out of them. The
tremors and the Tsunamis that kill your beloved are a result of what you
create. The species of the flora and fauna once abundant are now mere examples
of what they once represented. A drop in the ocean they now are. They too
wonder and ponder of the creature called human.
I’m nature, the earth
that I’m today. A fraction of what I was years ago during my forefathers’ eons.
I’m nature that once subsisted with you coherently and symbiotically. I’m calm
and ooze of plenty when natured. I equally am violent and torturous when I’m provoked
and left to the dogs. Not that I want to hurt you but because I’m writhing and
trying to kick for my dear life. I feel like disowning you and collapsing with
the whole lot of you but I realize the creator gave you authority over me. I
then leave you to declare your destiny, our destiny. I continue to bare pain
like a woman about to heed in labor but with a smile upon her face knowing that
she brings forth a new being. Like her, I shall endure until you heed and yield
for me as new creatures worthy of the name human beings. I need you to nurture
me, replenish what you deduct of me, clean what you trash me with and siphon
while you refill the barrels of prosperity. Salvage what remains of me because
I’m about to deplete and crumble with you. Without me, you are nothing. When
I’m dead, you too are dead. I’m nature and my nature is to punish whoever
defiles of me. My gut is blocking, my arteries carry poison and my heart is
about to crumble. Be warned! Global warming so you call it is what I now can
give you until you choose your own destiny because I’m defiled, human! I have
had it enough human!”
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