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The Dangerous Game
by Richard Randolph

Perhaps the world is a living thing,
and we are merely parasites living on it.
At first, so small and insignificant
no one could imagine our causing any real harm,
and so we fed on, greedily and without remorse
as parasites do, but now it has become clear
we have sickened the Earth almost to death.
Oh, it's a dangerous game parasites play,
slowly devouring their host all the while knowing
that when it dies, they must abandon ship or die, too.

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Green fingers, a flaming-red vent.
by Montaigne Foxcroft

What a time to be alive
All of creation cry for they are about to die
The lungs of the earth are in flames
Up in smoke
Can't you see that as the Amazon burns, humanity are the lungs that will start to choke?
How heavy to bare is this yolk! I can barely breathe neither comprehend how a brain is so small, you think it normal to rip a plant out by its roots, thinking it's your right to obtain free food?
How can you not be aware that my plants are like my children, costing me money as I take good care?
How dare you steal so?
Their death breaketh my heart, can't you know?
I am at a loss for words.

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Recent Mother earth Poems
The Dangerous Game
by Richard Randolph

Perhaps the world is a living thing,
and we are merely parasites living on it.
At first, so small and insignificant
no one could imagine our causing any real harm,
and so we fed on, greedily and without remorse
as parasites do, but now it has become clear
we have sickened the Earth almost to death.
Oh, it's a dangerous game parasites play,
slowly devouring their host all the while knowing
that when it dies, they must abandon ship or die, too.

......

Continue reading
Green fingers, a flaming-red vent.
by Montaigne Foxcroft

What a time to be alive
All of creation cry for they are about to die
The lungs of the earth are in flames
Up in smoke
Can't you see that as the Amazon burns, humanity are the lungs that will start to choke?
How heavy to bare is this yolk! I can barely breathe neither comprehend how a brain is so small, you think it normal to rip a plant out by its roots, thinking it's your right to obtain free food?
How can you not be aware that my plants are like my children, costing me money as I take good care?
How dare you steal so?
Their death breaketh my heart, can't you know?
I am at a loss for words.

......

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