FORSAKEN
Its the rare minerals, earths riches
they’re after and make war over:
the fresh waters and air.
It is the gold, lithium and uranium
as if the blessed Earth is a shop.
Forget about the people starving
couped up in camps, like cattle:
children abused and raped:
humanitarian Aid used as a weapon of war, retaliation.
Peace itself proven nothing but trade,
a bargaining chip.
The Land was once precious
owned by no-one,
it’s resources belonging to all.
It was sacred, valued, home for all creatures.
When it was parcelled up into sovereign territories,
it acquired a fiscal price:
a competitive, hierarchical worth
worth fighting and dying for.
True warriors are stewards, not merchants:
rare treasures, exemplars, heroes
sprung throughout the species’ genes -
whether in myth, arts, history or sciences:
seeds of androgynous Sense
and promise, incarnate.