Wounded

Sitting here sweating.
My eyelids drooping.
The heat overcoming all my senses.
I am melting.
I am melting
into a pool of liquid human flesh,
my bones turning into syrup.
But I am not the only one melting.
The earth screams with vengeance,
“I’m too hot!
Stop with the exhausts, the fumes, the gasses!
I am not betraying you.
You have betrayed me by poisoning me
every single day of our lives.
I am only giving back to you
what you gave to me.
Misery, discomfort, scalding vapours that dissolve
all life around me.
The trees have been burning for years
but still you did not stop.
What do you expect after years of wounded skies?
I hurl my hot anger at you
for exploiting me
absorbing my air
and claiming it as your own.
Suffer now, my children.
There may still be time
to reconcile with me.
But until then,
you will melt.”