The Earth is weeping.
The Earth is weeping because she shivers on a summer's day in June, a warm afternoon, yet cold as the touch of frost; Frost, who once lamented, "and miles to go before I sleep."
The Earth weeps.
The Earth weeps because her residents are too busy to be humans; too busy firing and wiring weapons, too busy fighting for peace. Fighting. For peace. That's why we drop bombs on people who dropped bombs on us.
The Earth weeps because her inhabitants are too deep in debate to be deep in thought; too obsessed about who you should be allowed to love to actually love; too busy flattering the ones that "matter" to praise the Earth's quaint hills and luscious gardens, to look up at the sky and exclaim, "How nice."
The Earth weeps because these days, "niceness" is defined by one's acts of compassion and courtesy, as if one must "go the extra mile" to be a human being; as if it's not in us to do the right thing; as if we don't expect that of ourselves.
The Earth weeps because she realises she can't expect that, not when her world has descended into a wintry picture of its former self. Hatred has grabbed her by the collar; Heartlessness has poached her heart; Grief, well, Grief couldn't even look her in the eye.
The Earth gently weeps, for her beings are no longer being and the living are no longer live.
The Earth is weeping, but it's all just a teardrop
in someone else's ocean.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xsP-J_-rv8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3yCcXgbKrE
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