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POEM "EARTH CRISIS" BY AFRICAN AMERICAN POET KYM GORDON MOORE



KYM GORDON MOORE is an African American poet and marketing communications professional. Born and raised in South Carolina, she earned a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice at the University of South Carolina (1977-1980). After moving to North Carolina, she obtained a Master of Business Administration degree with a concentration in Marketing at Strayer University (2008-2010).


With over four decades as a writer and public speaker in marketing communications, Moore has become an advocate of using poetry in the fight against illiteracy and aliteracy among children and adults. She also mentors young and aspiring poets by identifying commonalities in their personal stories while exposing them to diverse opportunities that transform their experiences into creative development.


Moore’s poetry collections include: We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn’t Learn in a Textbook (2022), Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry (2013), and Diversities of Gifts: Same Spirit (2009). Her poems have appeared in Writer’s Digest Magazine and the anthologies Poets for Peace: A Collection and The Blind Man’s Rainbow.


She lives in Charlotte, North Carolina.



Learn more about Kym Gordon Moore at her website kymgmoore.com and connect with her on her blog frombehindthepen.wordpress.com.



EARTH CRISIS BY KYM GORDON MOORE



Wisdom calls aloud to the children of men

she raises her voice, radiation of her cries

in her restlessness she pleads, a warning for decades

as the battle between humans and nature intensifies


we, the caretakers of creation have failed

deaf ears and blind eyes devoid of compassion

ignoring her health, hearts hardened like ice-cold stones

amid environmental degradation, devastation, a global crisis


how can we remain complicit as Mother Earth weeps

problems won't disappear should we choose to deny them

how do I love thee as storms become more pronounced

climate change, intense groans in the gates of death


deforestation forcing wildlife into homelessness

animals and insects quickly becoming extinct

rising sea levels from melting polar ice caps flow

floods breaking levees and dams gushing violently


from funnel cloud formations, tornadoes spin ferociously

scorching wildfires pulsate, like a deadly spiking fever

natural resources drying up and slowly withering away

volcanoes lay dormant, suddenly regurgitating red hot lava



EARTH CRISIS continued



the earth tremors forcefully like unexpected seizures

Pacific trash vortex bleeds through the breast of the ocean

irresponsible littering, illegal dumping of industrial waste

are you listening, oh earth dwellers, are you paying attention?


Wisdom calls aloud, raising her voice, but they hated knowledge

reduce your carbon footprints and emissions intensity

painstaking groans and tears glistening down her cheeks

like streams of blood diamonds, rarely does she sleep


listen oh you souls who abhor environmental protection

diagnosis global warming, disregarded foolishly

contamination stabs how we drink, eat, and breathe

to whom much is given more will be required


how can I bring forth your fruit in due season

when my breath is taken away, and you return to dust

your social status, your financial net worth matters not

when the foundations of the earth have been laid to rest.




Source: We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn't Learn in a Textbook by Kym Gordon Moore, Independently Published, USA, 2022, pp. 216-217.