A Barren Waste

I once knew of a place that had a face
It wasn't far, it was always near
It was in the clasp of my hands,
And I held it dear.

Beneath my feet, above the ground
Its hurt ran deep, but it wore no frown.
Of all its children that man had taken
It was for their love, that it grew forsaken.

The underlying greed of disease and feud,
The undying breed, of mankind's brute.

By now its face had grown more taut,
From all its greens that have been sold and bought.
Its tired eyes were red with anger,
Its lips were chapped from thirst and hunger.

I once knew of a little place,
A place that I would have imagined, had a joyful face
It has homed me and fed me since the day of my birth,
This place of home that we know as 'Earth'.