by Ozzy Demir

You! Yes you, the blue marble
Why are you so corrupted?
Why are flowers dying within you?
What made you so wild, so blood thirsty?
At the end you always liquidate all of us anyway
You! The blue marble
On you we are all different but the same
From top to bottom, all around
Why aren’t we accepting this?
Yes you! The wicked, corrupted, unlucky blue marble
But there IS good in you
Where the flowers meet with green grass
Where the sunshine warms your aged skin
Where water flows through your land
Shall we perish blue marble?
Shall we?
Perhaps you know a way to circumvent
The disasters and wars and much, much more
Still you live and breathe like a veteran
That gives us hope
Inside the colored swirls
That fascinate the children peering into your blueness