Angel Sun
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Toaster Mountain
And she looked at the pile of toasters
All gathered in a heap
A mountain so high
with wiring so deep
She looked and wept for this mountain
That grew day by day
The people cared not
about their foul display
They had no labels on them
stating their own names
of the owners who did use them
for maybe a few days
A few days were more
more than just a year
​For Mother Earth these few days
Were centuries my dear!!
It wasn’t just the toasters
But fridges, cars and boats
Any little something
Brought just to keep afloat
The future archaeologists
Digging up the Earth
Will find mostly plastic toys and straws
And see us most absurd
For material wealth did hypnotise
the peoples of the land
The silent greed inside
dictating of the plan
To look the best
To be the best
To be better than them all
An appalling display of wealth
Was not just their downfall
The ones did make a map
For all the world to travel
To visit the sights
of home goods and apparel
No longer wanted or needed
They visited these sites
No, Im only joking…
We are cowards in this life
No one wants a mountain
of parts too old to use
​But everyone contributes
And is aghast at being abused
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“It’s not my fault they all cry !”
ashamed
those that knew
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And then there was the group
Who hold themselves as true
“It’s my right to rubbish
Across this fine sweet earth.
I’m allowed because I’m human
And I’m allowed it is my worth”
(Sarcasm)
Rot
The thinking of the rich
Who rubbish their own kind
Is because of disenchantment
A loss of some deep kind
A loss of Divine Connection
To what all life is worth
A turning against another
To blame as if it’s their first
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To say
“You started it! It’s not my fault you know.
But I can add to it, for it’s there now, you all know.”
Who cares about the rubbish
Of human manmade kind
Of Poverty and War
And Slavery of all kinds
Of
Human Rights Abuse
Raping of the lands
To Torturing our Animals
for some superficial plan...
Perhaps it’s makeup ?
How pretty do you look ?
With blood stained tear stained marks
“Mmm that’s quite a look!”
The animals who suffered
to make you look so pretty
Didn’t like being dumped
On Toaster Mountain City
And when the weather meant
People couldn’t visit
They all got up in arms
But didn’t say
“Ohh it’s such a pity”
“Someone is to blame for this
Someone’s fault it must”
So they decided to blame the ones
whose names had but turned to rust.
But still adding to their pile of crap
They hadn’t realised so
That each and every action
Was continuing to grow
The pile was high
The blame was too
And everyone said
“I had no part!”
It’s true
Some did try to make something
But stayed stuck in selfish heart
Ohh!!
To share the workload of the clean
It takes us all you know
To say I’m sorry for the past
Is strength in true
You’ll grow
And to say let’s look forward
To a place where trees may grow
Where animals return
And fruits and veggies grow
Takes everyone together
Respecting equal rights
Respecting sentient life
As birth given rights
The day did come where people found
A new way to look
To look to one another
as partners not as crooks
Partner in a way
That holds all value true
Of uniqueness and diversity
Where value is so true
Where junk piles once did reign
The people saw the rot
And collectively and thankfully
Cleaned up the whole spot
But without a care for others
One persons jobs too big
Without the care for others
Resentment…
Who gives a fig!
Well if in your sweet lifetime
You had to come back alone
Would you want to clean up Toaster Mountain?
And do so without a groan?
I doubt it
Really truely I can say
Not one person
Would want that day
Alone
So let’s stop now complaining
And be mindful of our ways
Of consequences that we face
For how we live our days
It’s not just Toaster Mountain
The challenges we face
But Mountains of fear
And hate
And bias
Evidently a lack of faith
Past centuries and centuries
of waring and of harm
Surely we have learnt
It’s Love that does disarm??
Mountains made of something
But what do we do?
Do we add
Or
Forgive
Remember
Life is true
So make what you will
Of
my few words
But remember Sunrises
And sweet tweeting birds
Of those who are gardening
And touching others hearts
This is what will grow so strong
Not tearing us apart
For some did never use
That toaster on the pile
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But ate in different languages
And used a different style
And yet their piles were different
made of different ways and forms
Sky high they grew
Comparison
Adorned
We are one Earth
So vital and profound
We all should take one minute
And stop and kiss the ground
With love and peace
By Anna
​​​​This poem is dedicated to life ~ the unheard
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As my brother taught me..
Instead of saying..
"No War !!"
Say
"Imagine Peace"
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