Youth Poet Award Finalist: “As Our Mother Withers Away, We Stand By Doing Nothing” by Megumi Jindo

As Our Mother Withers Away, We Stand By Doing Nothing


She feels farther away

now

farther and farther

She rotates

 

away,

away,

away,

 

till She's out of grasp.

out of the beautiful stars—

out of eternity.

 

Her children trash Her,

ravage Her, 

damage Her like She’s

going to mend on Her

own.

 

but really?

 

She will not be able

to survive,

repair 

without Her children

 

they play with

gunfire 

and ignore the world’s 

problems, 

 

and yeah, they talk about Her,

advocate for Her, but

in the end, it's all in vain

for nothing comes about.

the flowers that they tread on,

the buildings that they 

horrendously crash,

 

the egocentric trivial problems 

that they only care about,

the suffering that they cause.

 

it's all a game to Her children,

isn't it?

 

a world with endless time,

a mortal's dying wish

 a world with non-tangible pain,

an impossible feat

 

why can't they just 

accept the fact that the world

is theirs

and theirs to take care of?

 

senseless things that they worry about—

when will they learn?

 

till then, 

Mother Earth cries

and cries

till Her time comes

and Her endless love ends once and for all

 

and the only thing left

will be: the people

and the dark

 

like it once

was before the light.


YOUTH POET AWARD FINALIST “As Our Mother Withers Away, We Stand By Doing Nothing”

Megumi Jindo is an upcoming junior in NYC—a rising poet—using her poems to create change and bring solace for the betterment of the world and its peoples. She has been published in various magazines and have received multiple recognitions on her writing. Her winning poem "As Our Mother Withers Away, We Standby Doing Nothing" reflects her worry for her country and feeling of a sense of urge to help people now, before it gets too late and to raise awareness—that people should stop worrying about their trivial matters and realize the significant-growing matters that threaten to consume their very inhabitant (before it gets too late).

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