Let Earth burn, explode, become past tense
tottering under the onslaught of violence
Let soulless bodies gently slide
into the cosmic chasm, deep and wide.

Gun-toting youth, ships fallen to pirates,
rain of death on a wedding stage
Game of blame, a talk-show, a threat
Yeah, anything to grab a piece of fame
Writhing lives, infernal mines
Sorry images, sordid love loops.
Milk every tear of an unlucky survivor
yoke the stories, get the big scoop
Hold fast to power, it’s a tiger’s tail
A tsunami, a Katrina to divert, to regale.
A breaking story, soon a deleted mail
Text, tweet till the battery fails.
Be the leader, be the first
to lose our humanity, to curb our heart
Illuminate our houses, darken the globe
they are giving it free, so let’s fight for more
On and on till we succeed
in mirroring the fate of the dinosaur.
Stop! think! Do we want any more?

Death shrouds bomb blasts, yet we will take the train.
If the roof is blown away, let’s party in the rain
Mend broken bridges, pull down the barbed fence
Better late than never, to make humble amends
Nothing to lose, if we can all earn our bread
and refrain from shedding a fellow being’s blood
Leave the killing to the beasts of prey
Follow our hearts, let nature lead the way.

Let soulful music gently glide
across love’s oceans, deep and wide
Live life with a pinch of common sense
lest our Earth burn, explode, become past tense.
( – Reena Prasad )

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About Reena

Reena R is a poet/writer from India, currently living in Sharjah (United Arab Emirates). Her poems have been published in several anthologies and journals. She is the Destiny Poets UK's Poet of the year for 2014 and one of the editors of The Significant Anthology released in July 2015. She won awards at ‘World Union Of Poet’s’ poetry competition, 2016 and at "As You Like It International Poetry Contest’. She won the Reuel International Prize for poetry, 2018.

2 thoughts on “Earthsense

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Intense and passionate ! The visceral topicality of Reena’s impassioned narrative strikes the reader like an oncoming express train. the line,” Let’s party in the rain ” has particular resonances at times like these, when clearly some are being made to suffer more than the others who seem to have an unassuageable appetite for ignoring the plight of the 99%. It may be simply fortuitous,that before reading this poem,I had been to see the movie, ” The Hunger Games “,a very apposite coincidence. Writers/Poets do not practice their vocation in an ivory-towered vacuum. And here is yet further proof.

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