Lorraine Kluki declaims the denaturing effect of science and embraces natures vitality

Entries in the Mini-Poetry for World Environment Day 2022

Rainforest destruction from gold mining in Peru (Source: EureckAlert!)
Two poems by Lorraine Kluki

An Invaded Home

In pursuit of science
The bosom of the Father
Fades with the wheel of time.
Fame and fortune have dethroned the son’s obligation.
To inherit, watch and yield the estate given to him, 
from his father before his father.

The breathtaking panorama 
of the marvellous canvas of natural grandeur
Now a barren valley and contaminated water. 
Aquamarine being terrorized from their haven,
Birds became immigrants,
And melancholy from trees became visible.

Tyranny of heat torture mankind
Sky mourns and erode the impoverished land.
Ocean swells and ebbs, 
Irate and cause mayhem
Nature becomes disappointed, an honourable villain,
To humanity.

Horror laced with fear of extinction,
That transcends tribes, community and region.
Men reluctant to act,
Ignoring the casualties done.
Relentless loss of nature
Leaving behind turrets of glass and cement pathways.


Anchor To The Land

This is my homeland
I pledge allegiance with my hand
To uphold integrity to the sea and respect the waterways
Foreigners ventured but I refuse to lend.

The crystal, pristine waters whispered my name,
Igniting the reluctant flame,
To explore beyond the reef
And forge unbreakable ties that is not lame.

The sweet scent of the marine I inspire,
From the neatly aligned mangroves I admire.
Wallow in the swamp searching for shells,
Until the sun goes to sleep, I will retire.

Walked a mile and meet the calling stream,
Birds tweet, insects screech and I was lost in a dream.
Unfolding in my presence is the mosaic floor of twisted vines, roots, leaves and branches,
The wonders of the supreme.

The rolling hills and majestic mountain,
Elusive beauty like the fountain.
Compel me to submit to the unveiling virgin environment,
Thus, it is my bounden.

Trees expire and the breeze caress my face,
Water ripples in a slow pace,
And the sky command me to look upward
to shapes formed when the clouds embrace.

The serenity that comes from nature,
A place for closure.
For the land is my anchor
and everywhere I venture is an adventure.

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