Infamy by Owen Jones


The wind does not understand,
But has watched all the same,
The tree's stand eerily quiet,
Civilisations have gone and came.

The valley's move so slowly,
Eroded flanks of shale,
We are but a small passage,
In its epic tale.

So mother nature stands,
Indomitable as the sky,
For its young ravaged earth,
Not us does she cry.

She has filled oceans with tears,
Her sorrow fulfils our shame,
We are but fleeting heartbeats,
But even the heavens know our name.

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