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.