Letters To The Soil

A story to tell

Its hard brow trunks have been peeled away

And its bare, smooth, tan skin remains;

Violated by the graffiti of humans who wish to leave a mark in the world

They tell the story of friendships, young love, defiance and dreams to be fulfilled.

Having been among us for years unnumbered, you watch history repeat itself.

The falling and rising of man, the conquests, the political warfare’s, the sin that swallow a man whole. Yet you can do nothing to help us.

 You can say nothing to warn us.

You must watch this constant cycle.

Perhaps you have no intention of doing such things since the more we know, the more your mother is abused by us.

We kill the brothers and sisters of your kind to suit ourselves.

It is genocide in the highest degree and without even knowing it, we too are slowly living out a death sentence.