RewriteCOP > What is the state of play on key COP28 issues? > Echoes of History: Hills of the East by Brex M. Labajo
On my journey homeward, the cows sang a solemn song,
Their tones lingered longer, a melody both strange and strong.
I walked by, an open heart, attuned to their humble cries,
And in their globular gaze, my reflection met the skies.
Did their heightened view reveal a distorted sight?
No, it unveiled the multitude of perspectives, shining bright.
For in this grand tapestry, we’re but threads interwoven,
Each holding a unique lens, a prism of truth unspoken.
I am a learner, forever seeking wisdom’s embrace,
Awareness dawning within me, as I walk life’s vibrant maze.
But how long will it take for others to shed their slumber’s veil,
To halt the relentless machinery and let compassion prevail?
Let us pause the machine, unplug its ceaseless hum,
And listen to the world’s heartbeat, the whispers of the drum.
In stillness, we may find the harmony we’ve longed to know,
A symphony of existence, where all beings can freely grow.
Let your footsteps align with the rhythm of the Earth,
Embrace the call of the cows, a plea for collective worth.
Awaken to the truth that lies within nature’s tender plea,
And together, we shall halt the machine and set our spirits free.
This poem is a response to RewriteCOP’s call for creative responses to Nicolas Hercelin’s On the hills East of France.
Read more creative responses here.
RewriteCOP > What is the state of play on key COP28 issues? > Echoes of History: Hills of the East by Brex M. Labajo