An Angel's Cries, Seem Mute to The World.

I decided to give ecopoetry a shot with a twist of my own flavour. What I composed I have written below:









I watch my flowers wilting
In the dusty autumn breeze
An angel crying softly
Her cries seem to never cease

She once cried of joy and laughter,
She cried of peace and love
Peace was never meant to meet us
Love trapped in the skies above

Her tears of joy transformed to sorrow
Accompanied by a storm of grief
Our greedy human nature proved
Unworthy of a single leaf

Beneath floods of self-indulgence
Her soft weeping has been muffled
What became a human civil war was
Born of no more than a scuffle

We tear ourselves apart
It seems almost a modern art
Destroying, primarily the poor
Shoving them down, into a sewer
While the privileged wallow in gluttony
The majority does not reap, they sow

As we oppress our own kind,
We destroy the world around
Sucking dry the Earth of what it provides,
Depriving us of what lays our ground

Children of consequence shall suffer
For them it is too late,
If we don’t act at this very moment
We will have permanently sealed their fate
In the blink of an eye.