“We generate our
own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we’ve
created ourselves? Who’s to blame, who’s to credit but us? Who can change it,
anytime we wish, but us?” - Richard Bach
Poets United has set a midweek motif that centres on “sustainability”. Is there a poet out
there in this world who is not sensitive to this topic? I know that personally,
it concerns me greatly. Here is my poem:
The Extraterrestrial
I come to you in
peace,
My star so far
away,
A pinpoint of
light
In your night
sky.
I come to your
distant world
And find myself
in paradise.
I’ve travelled
long and far,
Away from the
dry deserts
Of my homeland –
An arid planet,
red and barren
Where water’s
most precious
And wars are
fought over a single well.
Your blue-green
world
Hanging in space
Like a gemstone,
beckoned,
And I came,
succumbing
To its gentle
insistence
Like a lover’s
gaze.
I come to you in
peace,
And seek only
repose,
The luxury of
drinking my fill,
Eating the lush
vegetation
With my wide
open eyes,
Never sated by
the verdant green.
Your oceans
brimming with life
Remind me of our
distant past –
As our history
writes –
When we too
inhabited such a world:
Blue-green,
drenched, bedewed,
Immersed in
crystal waters.
Your forests,
drinking the rain
That falls so
regularly,
Are priceless
beyond compare.
The flowers
costlier than jewels bright –
What use to us
are our diamonds,
Common as
pebbles on my world?
And yet I see
vast deserts, here,
I see the
rainforests cut, extinction,
Your oceans
polluted, animals dying.
The signs are
here that you too
Have set a
course that will make
Your earth a
world like mine.
I come to you in
peace,
And seek only a
brief respite.
I bring a
message from Hell
To your
blue-green Eden:
Time runs short,
destruction’s close
Unless you
become wise, soon…