Mother earth pukes

She pukes right into our face

Her mouth was shut
she was weeping within

Until the endless greed
of soulless stakeholders drilled deep
into our mothers belly.

Even deeper.
Even faster.
Over and over again.

She is in rage.
Her womb has been penetrated
by the infinite ignorance
of generations of her own children
who do not mind killing their own future.

Billions of liters of black puke keep running down
on our stubborn faces as we stand so helplessly
in front of our own mother who has nurtured us.

Poem on the BP-disaster in the Gulf of Mexico 2010 by Sascha Rossaint