The feeling of being choked is not so nice,
If and only if I had a voice.
Many a time I tried to explain,
Through fierce thunder storms and heavy rain.
I tried to say in my own simple way,
To pay some heed and not let me slip away.
I tried to say by showing some anger,
But alas the problem seemed to linger.
*******, plastic and a sharp metal edge,
Wood pieces, rubber and a glass wedge.
Choked my insides and caused me to dread.
Did anyone ever notice the pain in my head.
For years on end I have suffered abuse,
And been made to feel I have no use.
But without me life will cease to exist,
And the haughty mans face will show a twist.
Mother earth was given to us for a reason,
Not to harm and subject to treason.
Its time we wake up from our deep slumber,
Lest we will have nothing left but to ponder.
I wish I had woken up before,
Is all we will be able to say if we ignore.
Its never too late to bring a change,
Let's hold hands and set the stage.
A new beginning we shall rejoice,
And put mother earth before our own lives.
