The last word
For eons, from the jungles to the plains
The mightiest of you warriors and most fearsome of kings
Would bend and kiss my feet
I lapped up your offerings of virgin blood
Devoured your most succulent cattle
So that your harvest would be bountiful
And when you offered me nothing
my rivers burst and drowned your people
my earth split open to swallow your homes
I was here since the dawn of men
I saw you swim through shoals of fish in the seas
And sling spears at birds soaring across the skies
Now you have turned my water
into barren oceans of death
Blotted out my sun
with poisonous fumes of greed
You now bend and kiss the feet of
new gods,
a horde of bloated oil and steel
never sated, never stopping
But mark this:
I was here since the dawn of men
And my name would be uttered as
Your last word