Writer, Filmmaker, Lawyer (Whose license was stolen because she refused to accept the Bar's view of who she is--lesser than)
Rage
The creator looked at Mother Earth from the heavens
The sight of men's deeds gripped his heart
For men's greed dried the rivers of compassion
Their desires encumbered the streams of love
Their bigotry darkened the lights of justice
And his children drank their tears for water
The sight squeezed bitter tears out of his eyes
He wept. His heart burned with rage
His cries turned to thunder
That spoke to the sky
His tears turned to rain
And his steps turned into loud wind
That called out to the sea.
The sea opened her pores
And tremors caused by the wind
Plucked sea creatures from the sea
And threw them on land.
His anger prevailed over the earth
Like wind over a weak tree.
And he wept.
The creator looked to the southern region of Mother Earth
He saw his children lying upon earth
Thin and naked
For hunger dried them to the bones.
The sight squeezed bitter tears out of his eyes
He wept, his heart burned with rage
He slammed his fists upon the tables of the earth
The earth ripped open
Swallowing houses and annulling buildings
Smashing the earth's face
Like a clay vessel.
And he wept.
The creator looked to the eastern region of Mother Earth
He saw the earth become a bed of thorns
Upon which his children must lie
For they were being slaughtered like beasts
And words of suffering were their language.
The sight squeezed bitter tears out of his eyes
He wept, his heart burned with rage
He opened his mouth and the sun became mute
Cracking forks of lightening illuminated the sky
And fell upon the earth
Driving a wedge into the earth's heart
Rushing sounds of violent wind raged unchecked
Sucking vegetation and houses out of the ground.
And he wept.
The creator looked to the northern region of Mother Earth
He saw his children's faces
Shaded with horror and hopelessness
For they were without shelter.
The sight squeezed bitter tears out of his eyes
He wept, his heart burned with rage
He raised his arms
The sun descended upon the earth
And burned the lush forest
Turning it into deadwood and hot stones
The hillside turned brown with falling leaves
The lakes and rivers were dry
With splinters of hot sands
And the streams disappeared
Beneath their sandy bed.
And he wept.
The creator looked to the wester region of Mother Earth
He saw hatred and bigotry overwhelm the earth
And the faces of his children were carved into despair
For they were stranded in a pitiless world.
The sight squeezed bitter tears out of his eyes
He wept, his heart burned with rage
He stood up
And shadows approached the light of day
Covering the day with darkness
The sky showed no mercy
As it filled the raging wind with snow
Which sealed lakes and woodlands
And turned green vegetation pale and crisp with frost.
And he wept.
The creator looked at Mother Earth from the heavens
He saw his children's eyes glance in confusion
And their hearts filled with terror
As they wonder
What keeps this darkness
That drains the earth of color
Eternal in motion.
The sight squeezes bitter tears out of his eyes.
And he weeps.