Helpless
Despite the arrogance and bluster of man,
When Gaia shakes her mantle
We are helpless.
When fame and wealth count for little
And power is brought down,
We are at the mercy
Of nature’s whim.
We’ve ripped her, torn her and burnt her,
We’ve plundered, slain and scorned her,
But when she stirs,
To shake loose the parasites
That cause the irritation,
We are helpless
And our power counts for nothing.
Beware! The planet lives
And we are but microbes on its skin.
Beware!! She prepares the antibiotic
That will bring our onslaught
To an end.
For she is not helpless!
Opher – 12.4.2020
