Recompense
by Yewande Akinse
I long that the dandelion sings again
melody begotten solely from air.
when will earth’s anthem be devoid of pain?
true blue and green where all is bright and fair
just as when morning and dew come in pair
those bygone days now replaced with landfills
man leaves earth sore from her core with oil spills
she moans in tremor, rain, warming and flood
recompense with burdock and burr his ills
else he shall assuage her burden with blood
