Burned out villages
lifted from ash
the bones of the dead
walk again within
their skins, unparched
a war no more,
without a fire
Rain forest lifted unscorched
from ashen smoking soil,
the heat withdrawn
ants renew their paths
and farmers change their minds
to pursue other means
without a fire
The earth green and glowing
barefoot humans cleansing
their minds, their shifting souls,
grass bending with the weight
of grasshoppers, inchworm, and beetle
coexisting, without a fire.
This poem was inspired by the horrifying fires in the Amazon.
Farmers desperate for cleared land are setting fires at night to clear the land. Even in the fire season the acreage burning right now is astounding. One soccer field size of rainforest is burning per minute (CNN reported this today.)
I beg of this administration to refuse to trade with or make any deals with Brazil until the policies which are allowing this atrocity to continue is changed and enforced. I beg of this administration and leaders worldwide to make this stop and do whatever it takes to stop these fires before more damage is done.
“Our house is burning. Literally. The Amazon rain forest — the lungs which produces 20% of our planet’s oxygen — is on fire,” French President Emmanuel Macron wrote in a tweet Thursday. — NPR.org
We need to demand that our President take this situation seriously. We need to demand that he accept the fact of climate change — and be the world leader we need to fight this global battle.
Mr. Trump — I beg you.
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Christina Ward is a poet and environmentalist from North Carolina.