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A Mother Weeps
Her palm is always open even though we tear and maim.
My eyes stare empty as the heavens weep
Downcast, they mourn humanity’s lost hope
To plunder our love is a dagger thrust deep
The mother suffers while for our greed we grope.
Drops of nature’s dreams of love, what once might have been
Thunder down, hurtling to a dismal end
Leaving humans to wonder, ‘what had they not seen’
As Earth’s light burned dim, no heart has she to contend.
Set to devour and rage, humans gorged their appetite
Littering and raping the Earth Mother of her glory
They dined on her magnificent soul as if it was their right
Leaving her maimed, discarded — horror’s own story.
Yet her heavens hold nurture and weep for our faults
Are we not criminals whose hubris vaults?
She should hold her tears and starve our greed
Yet like a mother, she gives forth unending to our every need.
Thanks for thinking. Gorging on nature’s bounty should be one of the seven deadly sins.