Blood On Our Hands

Blood On Our Hands

The smooth sands of a silent desert
now a windstorm of grit burrowing
into every orifice
Blinding and scratching eyes
Tasting and choking on the bitterness
of unannounced fury


The still waters of windless waves
become a raging, angry ocean
Swallowing the body whole
and regurgitating denialism
with each turbulent flow
of rampant wrath 


A forest, green and succulent
succumbing to heated, fiery ire
Crackling coniferous and deciduous woodland
Consuming beauty in a violent blaze
The tears of this earth become
blood on our hands



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  16 comments for “Blood On Our Hands

  1. July 26, 2022 at 11:45 am

    The tears of the earth, indeed. A powerful poem, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 27, 2022 at 11:23 am

      Thank you Merril. The situation makes me feel so helpless.

      • July 27, 2022 at 8:29 pm

        You’re welcome. It does me, as well.

  2. Sherry Marr
    July 23, 2022 at 12:53 pm

    Yes. This is the truth. And still so many, especially global leaders, are in denial. It is hard to fathom the inaction.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 23, 2022 at 9:33 pm

      Yes I agree Sherry. Surely seeing what is happening in Europe right now should wake up more people. Europe has always been way ahead of us in the US with EVs, Wind Energy, Recycling and so on. Yet they still cannot escape Nature’s wrath. I think there is little hope at this point for future generations 😢

    • July 24, 2022 at 3:17 pm

      Nature cries out in this powerful write. This made me pause…. “regurgitating denialism” and the last line stings.. as it should.

      • Christine Bolton
        July 24, 2022 at 11:49 pm

        Thank you so much Mish. I appreciate your kind words ☺️💕

  3. July 22, 2022 at 1:48 pm

    A scathing write on human’s dereliction of duty to earth. These lines for me are particularly powerful”
    “regurgitating denialism
    with each turbulent flow
    of rampant wrath “

    • Christine Bolton
      July 22, 2022 at 8:48 pm

      Thanks Lillian. Sadly, not a popular poem but it came poring out of me so it needed to be written, at least ☺️💕

  4. sanaarizvi
    July 21, 2022 at 7:01 pm

    This is incredibly hard-hitting and poignant, Christine. If only mankind would come to its senses .. I resonate with; “A forest, green and succulent succumbing to heated, fiery ire.” Sigh..

    • Christine Bolton
      July 21, 2022 at 9:26 pm

      Thank you dear Sanaa. It actually started as a metaphor when I began with the idea but then I saw the fires in the UK and across Europe and I knew it had to be about Nature’s plight 😢

  5. scotthastiepoet
    July 21, 2022 at 6:34 pm

    Another strong write from you Christine… I especially liked your close:

    “The tears of this earth become

    blood on our hands”

    Great lines…

    • Christine Bolton
      July 21, 2022 at 9:19 pm

      Thank you Scott! Much appreciated ☺️

  6. Anonymous
    July 21, 2022 at 5:42 pm

    Guilty in the first degree. Premeditated murder of a planet.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 22, 2022 at 8:50 pm

      Thank you. Did you know you were anonymous? You were also in my spam box 😧 I’m glad I got you out 😃

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