Battlecry

Somewhere something’s stirred awake,

This feeling causing worlds to quake;

Time won’t tell what time can’t knell –

Some things seem to cast their spell

On hopes and dreams

And movie screens;

Left to wonder what time remains

For us, insignificant grains

Of sand who think we own this land;

This earth, this home we’ve manned

With all the care of abusive lover,

Abandoned, broken, poisoned mother

Earth she cries:

‘Free me from these blistered skies.’