Poetic License: ‘Irma’
Peopled planet revolving in the sky
at one thousand miles per hour,
vain and egotistical,
imagining itself the center of the universe,
its inhabitants controlling technology
with which to annihilate each other,
destroy the atmosphere that gives them life.
What awesome power,
careless, unheeding, arrogant.
Pitiful planet,
subject to lessons from a power
beyond that of the human animal,
nature, that in the blink of an eye
can outdo the evil that humans have done
turning earthly treasures
into instant ashes,
human egos
into puny pleas.
A holocaust of wind
speeding faster than the spinning globe,
making edifices
into rubble,
tossing men and women
and their machines
into the air
and dashing them
to the ground.
Can you hear an omniscient voice crying:
you derelict, unheeding earth people,
intent on destroying your planet
with global warming and pollution,
tearing apart your mountains,
paving your valleys,
poisoning your rivers and oceans,
we send this devastation of wind and water
to help you achieve your goal.
A lesson for the caretakers
of their only home in the universe,
cavalierly trading
the welfare of their earth
for monetary gain,
defiling what nature has given them.
Now
reap the vengeance
of an angry universe.