The Birds Are Still Flying: Ode To Kaho’olawe

They watched as it bled

blood red clouding the ocean

and asked themselves how?

They forgot that it’s alive

dying slowly as God cries


and green turns to brown.

Veins are nothing without blood

but tears wash away

sacredness and DNA

and the birds are still flying


to lands out of sight

dropping hell from the heavens

but they left their mark

here, and pockmarks conceal death

as God’s tears reveal what’s left



About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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