Happy Earthday. Today’s challenge is to write a geordic. “The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war. “
Hymn to Gaia
What shall we say
to the dying bees?
What shall we say
to the rising seas?
What shall we say
to the mouths we feed?
What shall we say
as great Gaia bleeds?
Once, we, with our bodies,
did give you worship.
Now, we, with our bodies,
practice global smash up.
Go tell the bees, Gaia,
name each dying species.
Go tell the trees, Gaia,
shame greed and anarchy.
What shall we say, please
to change this story?
What shall we say, please
to ensure Your glory?
Go tell the bees, Gaia,
to not breathe the air.
Go tell the trees, Gaia,
to please hear our prayers.
What shall we say
to all our grandchildren?
What shall we say
of our love of Mammon?
How shall we say
we somehow lost their planet?
How shall we say
why its left so desolate?
Go tell the bees, Gaia,
while some few are left.
Go tell the trees, Gaia,
of fraud and grand theft.
Go tell the bees, Gaia,
That we are bereft.
Go tell the trees, Gaia,
of this rock and cleft.
Once, we, with our bodies,
did give you worship.
Now, we, with our bodies
practice global smash up.
What shall we do, please
to change this story?
What shall we do, please,
to celebrate your glory?
Sojourning Smith 