Gaea’s Vengeance

I used to be divine.

A being of such power,

I knew not a single confine.

You grovelled beneath my wrath,

prayed for my aid,

to be set on the right path.

Humans seeking clarity,

in my name,

commiting barbarity.

Offerings of food, figurines,

weapons and blood.

Greater than mortal queens.

Tales and “myths” of my story.

Oral tradition passed on

to spread my glory.

Nothing to explain me,

besides love and war

along my family tree.

Yet you’ve forgotten my omnipresence,

my hatred, fury, mercy and pleasance.

You think you’ve solved my actions,

with these “sciences,”

you take solace and satisfaction.

You neglect to treat me as you once did.

It seems, off Pandora’s box, the lid has slid.

Again.

You pollute, you desecrate, you exploit,

my body and patience in a manner so maladroit.

Sins saunter off your tongues,

as every exhale emits evil

from your wretched lungs.

I tried to warn you floundering fools,

but stupidity endures within you mules.

When I crush your metropoleis,

“tectonic plates,” are blamed,

and you commence constructing necropoleis.

You intoxicate the sky that blankets me,

and thus I hurl acid rain back at thee.

Yet you continue.

I’ll not keep this up for much longer,

for I bemoan behaving like a warmonger.

This game we play,

of “poking the bear,”

only instigates doomsday.

So, in due time, I believe it’s time for me to fold,

and for you, my strength, to once again behold.