by Elizabeth Mcgill

Created on: December 06, 2008   Last Updated: December 21, 2008

Earth To Lord!

Do you see what a mess I have become, Lord?

Are you sure this was meant to be?

Did you see the latest scar I earned,

that was given to me by humanity?

I was once bountiful, and unlearned,

Now, I am old and riddled with disease.

My guts have been probed and prodded,

parts are missing and then re added, see?

I smoke all day, my airways corrioded,

my hot spots itch, and burn endlessly.

My furrows are getting deeper,

are you really sure I need gravity?

My bald spots are getting bigger,

it is getting harder to retain my dignity.

I have been ravaged, raped, abused,

I am like a time bomb, ticking maliciously.

I have been robbed, plundered, misused,

now, only a shadow of what I use to be.

I just wish I could pack things up, today,

and make everything here history.

Those entities you created, I say,

are trying to get the best of me.

They have upset my delicate balance,

and I fear for all that was once wild and free.

The two you sent to watch over things, Lord?

Father Time and Mother Nature, oh, please!

Just the other day I lost more ground,

to those little beings, that roamed my seas.

Today I lost quite a few pounds,

even so, space will spit them back onto me.

Tell me again why it had to be this way,

why was I chosen for this awful melee?

The next time creation has to be made,

overlook this old Earth, I urgently plead.

I have been claimed by everyone here,

while they turn their backs upon your eternity.

Send me to the coldest place out there,

far away from this hot ball of energy.

By the way, next in line is Mars, Lord,

such a workable planet, don't you agree?

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