Aqua Terra

Aqua Terra


The world is drowning in an ocean flood
tainted by black liquid gold of man's dependence.
Ever more bodies float to the surface
as family and friends are cast to
the torrents without discrimination.
And the powers of man watch
in muted horror with their
hand stilled by their own helplessness.
The flow of water cannot be altered.
It rages forth bringing distruction in its wake,
crushing the arrogance of man,
who thought to subdue and control its forces.
Its currents flow beyond thought,
beyond reason,
beyond instinct,
hearing only the cries of horror
from its victims as its chaos engulfs
entire lifetimes, generations upon generations.
of love, remorse, regret, joy and pain.
All of it exists no more save in a memory.
Traditions and cultures, the uniqueness
of the peoples and the lands alike,
washed away with the tides.
There can be no turning back, no return,
to the shell of security that once was.
It is gone.
All gone upon the winds of prayers
crying out to the heavens for sanctuary
And the world lays still and silent
beneath the ever churning depths
of an ocean's wrath.
And the promise of tomorrow lays
cold in the arms of the
fortunate few who yet endure.
The world is drowning,
and the world looks suddenly very bleak.
Earth Mother's sustaining power
will prevail as victor, and
all else will cease tro matter in the end.
Natures course now envelopes
the suffering man and tomorrow
stands as a barren monument
to those lost in the heart of a tragedy,
beyond comprehension.
The world is drowning and
there is no reprieve.