Mount Teide, Tenerife, Espana.
I stand where I have stood for millennia,
I look down and see, not my own people
Strangers called tourists, pale beings.
Whose aim is to look like a boiled lobster.
How I despair, you people do not care
You leave your litter everywhere.
I look down and see, your rubbish on my slopes.
You, tourists, come and take but, not to give
Is this really the way to live?
For years they have said as a volcano an
Eruption is due, shall I do it, blow my top?
Make all and everything turn to stew?
How I despair, that people do not care.
I stand. I will stand, for yet more millennia.
Marjorie Lacy.
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