a crappy poem for a crappy planet maintenance
lately, i have not written poems
poetry, however, has always been my go-to
i feel crappy inside, and look thus on the outside
negative thoughts have been piling up in me
for too long of a while,
and they spread like fire of the wild
our planet’s state of being leaves me in despair
no care for tomorrow, no care for today
a gigantic dumpster is what we are turning it into
the forests, the valleys, the oceans, the rivers,
all of them get their shabby share
i know, i know
this poem is utterly crappy
but i cannot help writing it for each of us to see
how we supposedly maintain our planet
is being done ever so lousily
what are we leaving for our children,
for our grandchildren,
for our yet-to arrive fellow humans?
a crappy planet
not unlike these crappy lines
an egregious chunk of disarray!
© hülya n. yılmaz
This poem is one of the three with which I have contributed to the April 2022 issue of The Year of the Poet published by Inner Child Press International.
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