Decadence
Can
you see the sadness in her eyes?
Can
you see the rivers of her tears?
The
green is getting pale
The
trunks are disappearing
The
blue is getting turbid
The
stars are falling out
The
brown is changing color
It’s
turning black with putrid odor
The
waters are resentful
Their
rage has been awakened
Behold
for what’s to come
Be
sorry for what you have done
Our
home will burn vividly
Our
skin will feel it deeply
The
winds will blow you away
The
sky will be shade of gray.
© 2006 Lourdes I. Irizarry