Perspective

Distant rumbling signifies their approach.

Vehicles, foreign to this land,

Invaders to our peace.

Natural barriers broken. Shattered. Destroyed.

In the turmoil, a mother cries.

The marauders unleash carnage.

Homes demolished, communities expunged.

Families flee, children fall.

Screams. Sacrifices. Surrender.

In the chaos, a mother cries.

Bodies lie, disformed and lifeless.

Silence reigns, smoke lingers.

Uncertainty surrounds our tomorrows.

Desolate. Deserted. Despaired.

In the silence, a mother cries.

Mourning begins for what is lost.

Tears shed for our home.

Our planet, our species, our lives.

We stand withered, yet buds of hope remain.

In the sorrow, Mother Nature rebuilds.