It was once picturesque,
A sanctuary of foliage,
Amidst the roar of apathetic machines.
Water glistened like the eyes of a tree nymph,
Evoking the might of the wave.
It’s soft whispers were almost enough,
To quell the fury of the oil rig,
A silhouette depicted against the beauty of the sky.
And so they co-existed,
As a precarious ecosystem,
Seldom breaking their silence,
Nor stepping over the line.
Until it exploded,
Like blood upon skin,
Rusty iron trickling down fragile streams,
That have yet to cease in their cataclysmic turmoil.
And yet the ecosystem is silent,
It’s screams nonexistent,
Despite the excruciating pain that plagues them.
And so I shall be the mouth,
The call that pleas,
For sanctuary of animals,
Upon which atrocity has wielded its sword.
So how can you let this happen,
Evaluate the enormity,
Contemplate the agony on the faceless radio,
With action seldom,
As death ensues.
How can you let this happen?
And dare not speak?
How can you stand by,
A faceless entity?
Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Pia Sen is a thirteen year old, who, having recently reached the enlightenment of becoming a teenager, has also reached the enormity of our environment. A native Texan, she has been exposed to the glory of nature’s truth, in ranches, greenbelts, and the wide expanse of unpopulated land.