ENVIRONMENTAL CONSERVATION
Mother Earth Cries, Save My Dying Children…
“Save me!” she yelled,
With tears in her eyes,
she beckoned on the son of man,
an innocent Homo sapiens,
born only a few hours ago
into the breaking of the day.
She said:
“You are innocent.
You have never known evil,
neither have you done evil.
Please, conserve me
while you journey upon me,
the Earth.
I am beautiful,
and I will show you the unseen beauty of nature.”
“Why tell me?” the baby asked.
Mother Earth replied:
“You are innocent.
You are an intermediary between the son of man and me,
the reason you cried when you came into the world.
Be that agent of change!”
The son of man strikes me.
The son of man humiliates me.
All these the son of man does
without paying homage to me.
They would not listen, even when I became infuriated.
They have been oblivious.
My anger makes the Earth quake.
At the strike of the trident,
the lithosphere quakes.
My children are dying.
The fishes are dying.
The animals die.
The son of man
is killing my inheritance.
Some of my children
that used to be
have gone extinct.
The son of man
is eating my children
into extinction.
Mother Earth cries:
Save my dying children.
Take this message to the son of man as you grow.
Tell the son of man
that I need respect.
Tell him that I need protection.
Tell him that I need to be conserved.
I need shelter.
The forest is my clothing.
Forest conservation is the preservation of my clothes.
A clean environment is my food.
An atmosphere with regulated greenhouse gases is my fresh breath.
Take this message to the world.
Take it to the son of man.
Tell him:
Mother Earth cries.
Save my dying children.
Save the Earth.
Save the atmosphere.
Save the lithosphere.
Save the biosphere.
The Earth hears.
The Earth sees.
The Earth listens.
A clean Earth is possible.
A protected Earth is possible.
A living Earth is possible.
Mother Earth cries.
Save My Dying Children.
SAMSON OMOTAYO AJIBADE
Criminologist | Security Researcher
