He had always lived the hard way
and became famous by the day
A ship is what he wanted to be on
how he liked to sail on the high seas
but then his habits came haunting
when he set sights on the treasures
that sailed the seas with men on it.
Once he raided a ship with his buccaneers
full of chests, this one belonged to a King
he had always dreamed of, to conquer one
all this shiny wealth would be his, if only,
he could reach home by the green islands
but for the curse of the captain and his crew
who got slaughtered with their cutlasses
thrown to the seas for the waves to bury.
A storm was brewing in the distant sky
it could hit them this week or the next
they all spent drinking the stolen liquor
went into a stupor that lasted many a day
it was when, someone noticed a patch
on his skin which turned into a rumor
they would all overthrow their chief
for the disease would cause havoc
if allowed to run its usual course.
The next day, they started an argument
the pirate was prepared, having noticed
the patch on his skin and their reactions
With his flaming pistol, wrecked them all
before the calamity could strike them
throwing their bodies and guiding the ship
through channels of rocks and great fish.
The storm hit him and his ship for days.
the ship wrecked when it hit the rocky land
though it was an island, he did not despair.
He got himself occupied carrying the chests
full of gold and silver, emeralds and rubies
and buried them in deep holes dug by him
when the job mighty done, was he happy?
but the next day, the disease knocked him
the ration of fresh water and fruits dried up
the curse of the plunder came back to haunt
he was rich but the wealth of no use now
his body lay dried in the sun on the rocks
searching for dear water, when all around
it splashed in fury not giving him a chance.
Reblogging this poem from Devika which clearly illustrates how the appearance of man on earth caused much chaos until nature decided to act…
Once up on a time, the world was alive.
The dancing willows whispered in the wind
The streams flowed full and clear
from the mountains till the ocean.
Children of the mountain played and danced under the sun,
over the hill up until the eyes could see.
Then came the blight walking on two legs
The old woman was so dear poor
costly medicines were out of reach
The boy being left hungry for days
now forgot what cruel hunger was
The poor man did not know slight
to recover his house in plight.
The farmer had put his best effort
the crops failed with the weather
somehow he weathered the loss
but fell too short of words when
the state left him high and dry.
The worker who lost his job did
never know when to gain the next
every man and woman toiled hard
not knowing what future lay for them.
They provisioned food and wood
when the clouds of war would rain
The terror, the beast was unleashed
Safe neither the child or the infirm
The world dashed them on the earth.
Explosions rocked thronged groups
At places of public prayer and speech
The cries of the wounded who cared
Nor heard but read were numbers
to the established of the world.
Leaders met on dias invented ideas
of how to keep control over those
who lost control of their dreams
futures getting mashed up in the
binding grip of those who mattered.
Who told the Earth is suffering..How can it suffer when it has so much to offer? Is anybody richer than it? They say we pollute it. How can we pollute it when all that we produce, good, bad or ugly is from its dust? The animals are vanishing while the human race is increasing and their wants exponentially. Why is he never satisfied? What will become of the Earth when the humans become a burden by the dearth of humanity?
These questions when asked by a confused child of a wise man to which he smiled and replied, … Yes dear child, the earth is made up of a lot of dust that was equally proportioned among the animals the trees and the rocks for the comfort of this creature endowed with qualities not gifted to others..but what did he do? He snatched the gifts of the earth, killed the animals, cut the trees and got a major portion of the dust on his side…now he commands the sea, soon to be berefit of the fish..he rules over the grasslands now devoid of grass..He churns out the oil from the depths to fuel his energies..Yes, dear child, he builds weapons of fire that create huge piles of smoke that fall back as dust on him…His wants are never satisfied for he craves and creates new things but don’t you know; they are part of the very same fine substance, yet called dust. It is not the earth that is burdened, it is him who is, from the unfair wealth of dust that he has collected and carries on his shoulders. Each of these grains carry the weight of plunder and devastation..and one day each grain of that dust will cover him and reduce him to nought..unless he repents and make amends for there is nothing bigger than Mother Earth who one day will pull him back into the dust for eternal sleep..for, from dust he was raised and into it, he shall return..
Pic Credits..Dipin Dev Photography