Sacred Ground
Once it’s gone it can’t come back.
Sacred ground,
Desecrated,
Ripped and torn.
Lies abound!
Bit by bit,
Under concrete
Dead and gone.
Chopped and shot,
Poisoned and mauled,
Short and long,
Raised to the ground.
Life once plentiful
Now is scarce,
Decimated,
Most profound,
Vestiges
Clinging onto
Desecrated,
Sacred ground.
Opher 4.4.2019
When I was young the world was full of life, jungles were unexplored, Africa teemed with creatures. My back yard was full of butterflies and bees, the ditches had sticklebacks, newts and frogs, hedgehogs came to call.
Nature is sacred ground. It is profound. It is being decimated.
It doesn’t bear thinking about. But great poem.
Cheers Georgina – I keep plugging away!