NOTHING

A sestina on Mother Earth

The world, this beautiful planet, wastes away
while humans, beings of destruction
do nothing.
The sun is setting on our day.
Meanwhile, the Earth shakes with rage.
Time is all we had; time is running out.

The Earth, this beautiful planet, pushes us out.
Like a bullied child, she's running away
in a fit of rage.
She runs from us, from our destruction.
As day falls to day,
we still do nothing.

What will we have except nothing
as we shut our future out
because solutions take more than a day?
We fail to find a way
to end our selfdestruction.
We waste our time while the world wastes away in rage.

An outrage!
All our time has been nothing,
nothing but destruction.
Our beautiful mother left out
of our plans as we push her kindness away
day after day.

The Earth will continue to weep, until one day. . .
she doesn't! One day, gone will be her pouring of rage.
Too long she's been cast away
as we buy time for nothing.
Too long she's been put down, put aside, put out,
put under our destruction.

Destruction after destruction.
Day after day.
"It will work itself out."
Rage after rage.
Nothing after nothing.
Wasting away!

We sit out and tan in the flames of our destruction,
casting our troubles away for another day,
ignoring our Mother's rage as we still. . . still. . . still. . .  do nothing.