Centuries of oppression
And the anger screams to the surface like a tsunami ready to destroy everything in its path
It is when the grounding she trusts deceives her
She is labeled the destructor of man, and his structures and celebrations
She is called a disaster
Yet she was once the ocean
The beautiful blue ocean
And as long as they could take a dip
Swim in her when they wanted
As long as she looked pretty
And never caused anything more than a small wave
A wave that they could safely surf over, until it was smooth again
She was beautiful
She was the ocean they bought their mansions for
So they could look at the view while they smoked their cigars and celebrated themselves
Patting each other on the back.
But when her plates were shifted
When her grounding was taken from her
When her trust was destroyed
And her fury could no longer be contained
She would be called the enemy.
The destructor of man.
Nobody questioned what man had done
What sins he had committed to her earth
Her soil, her nature
They only blamed her, named her,
And frantically scurried to dry land
To escape her and clean up her destruction
So that man could continue in his revolting, dominant privilege.
Listen to her. She must be heard. She deserves to be heard.