The leaves in her hair

Are exhausted

And the rivers that, on a night like this,

Would run from her eyes

Instead whisper bitter nothings

She reached her chocolate bark arms

To the sun in the sky

And no one answered her call

Where her brothers and sisters once stood,

There is now a row of cold steel gravestones

That blot out the sun

She is thirsty,

But the water doesn’t quite taste the same

She is hungry,

But where they once left fruits and nuts and candy

They now leave bullet casings

And the spoils of capitalism

She is the Earth,

And instead of living,

She has been forced to stay alive

On this hell that is her body