Turned to Stone ©
By Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
The sun blazed down to boil the day, the cold moon froze the night,
the air was stifled by the rays, a daily, searing blight.
The people who were still alive, found moving hard to bear,
they sat around all comatose; ’twas hard to breath this air.
One day, a drifter wandered into town and looked around–
he walked into the nearest bar—the only one in town.
The men looked up, surprised to see this stranger come inside;
he stared at them through tortured eyes, his pain he couldn’t hide.
He had a drink, a whiskey neat, and then said, ‘Same again.’
he drank to take away the sights and to remove the pain.
He turned around and then he said, ‘I have a tale to tell
about a world that we once had but now has gone to hell.
‘I’ve been around the globe to see an Earth once plush and green,
where rivers flowed, and forests grew, some sights I’d never seen.
When stars came out, the moon was bright, as night-time hid the blue,
where life was good, and all had hope, and dreams were coming true.
‘But greed came by to squeeze the world, we took all that we could;
The more we seized, and less we gave, we never understood—
to raze the trees, we take the lungs that clean the air we breathe,
And now they’re gone, there’s nothing left our children to bequeath.
‘We raped our planet ruthlessly, we stripped her to the bone,
we broke the heart of Mother Earth, and now she’s turned to stone.’
© 2019, Sandra Stoner-Mitchell. All rights reserved.