Such divide

The colour fades
from her cheeks,
as she rides the storm of humanity.

she pedals-
attempting to keep the world balanced,
but the wheels of her cycle are buckled.

men stick their heels in.

the earth becomes a stomping ground;
trudged with dark carbon footprints.

her throat squeezed with gaseous hands
of a lazy society.
the air thins;
preventing a supply of oxygen.

-history is coming
with bang!

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Ironic.

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yet year after year-
she produces
life, for us to live;
scenes for us to absorb;
with a garden that brings music to our ears
and we are blessed with scents of birth

her battles continue, as
man wages war against her civilisation.

the heat is on-
our earth is becoming small-fry;
in a much bigger picture.

voices still cry out from churches
echoing their beliefs;
hopes falls on deaf ears

no wonder-

she huffs and puffs.