Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (79)

Our Earth 

Dear Jesus see the Earth is tired

She groans, beneath the sins of men.

 Losing from her boundless treasures,

Things we can’t ever replace again.

Mankind has plundered her for Gold,

                    Aimlessly taken, carelessly sold.                                                                                                                              Her precious gifts of nature’s glory,

  With fearful hearts we tell her story,

Pollutions hide the azured sky.

Her forests burn, her oceans cry.

Fish and bird no longer flourish

In God’s given sphere.

In the waste of manmade rubbish

They just disappear.

Many a beast you once created

 Has vanished from our side,

   Come back creator of the earth.

     Come back to make things whole once more.

Come back to set things right.