Poem: Inheritance of the Earth

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Art by Sarah Godfrey (@artsysarahaustralia)

Poem by Ria Riju

Inheritance of the Earth

If we, the children of the meek,

should inherit an earth

whose rainforest lungs

breathe a trail of waste –

an earth where the ailing sea

shudders in its own slick

 

If we, the children of the meek,

should inherit an earth

where the grass goes nostalgic

at the mere mention of green

and the sky looks out of its depth

when reminded of blue

 

If we, the children of the meek,

Should inherit an earth,

Where we buy packaged air,

And cold is just a forgotten word,

Where the water is not more than a sludgy liquid

And we forbid the very thought of its consumption.

 

If we, the children of the meek,

should inherit an earth,

where people no longer die

Of old age

But die, of climate change.

 

If we, the children of the meek,

Should inherit such an earth,

We ask you, the people,

Is this what you have left,

Besides money and gold?

Should we dance or frown,

At the news of our inheritance.

 

Ria Riju is an average 14 year old girl from the beautiful state of Kerala in India, but with a twist. She loves reading and writing and supporting major issues of the 21st century. She dreams of going around the world, exploring something exciting she could write about, and maybe meeting her idols —otherwise she is weaving out a poem with artistic threads of words, or just doing her schoolwork. You can read her thoughts on her blog Writings of a Thought.