Such promise in your Golden Gates
Such fortunes panned from your Golden Soil
Such allure wrapped within your Golden Glamour
Your rivers once parched beyond recognition
Greedily assuage their thirst with the perverse
Bounty of Floodwaters rising, rising
I can’t get past the missing five-year-old boy,
Wrenched from his mother’s arms by
This pernicious lifeblood life-thief.
Furies ravaging your forests now abated,
While humans sans homes or baths
Are washed off sidewalks in your cities
A high school classmate heard your siren song,
Followed hope and went West,
Barely survived one of your Earth Shatters.
And that was long ago, in Calmer Times.
We must heed the strained song of our
Giant Sunny Golden Canary,
And search within and without for respite and repair.