Decaying Earth

• Mawaz Khan, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

As I Peek over the horizon, I wizen as the sun beats down upon me, with relentlessness as it eats the grasslands that stretch as far as the eye can see.

I think and blink at the sight that's bright, about the decaying earth, slaying and praying, night and day, alight at night and in dread at day, with animals flourishing long ago, and foraging now for survival. I think again, at the sight that's Bright, night and day.

Us humans came to the earth, defend less and weak, with endless pride, like a pride of lions, deprived of basic needs, helpless, praying for a voice to be heard, blurred by the present life, praying to be heard.