• and so was the creation of man,
    gave the distruction of the earth.
    mother of all and giver of life,
    do you forsake your other children?
    were we born from your hate,
    or did we spawn from unquenchable greed?
    were we concieved from lust,
    or are we something untold of in our limited tongues?
    are we parasites gouging wounds in the earth,
    who copied the forms of the beings living here already?
    or are we expiraments that have no place anywere,
    and earth is just a planet for us, full of potential yet failures?
    i beg for the wounds we have made to heal,
    her blood is our oil, her trees and plants her skin and hair.
    we feel little, see less, and hear nothing
    mothers womb is fouled,
    her mind deteriorated,
    her spirit crushed yet strong,
    her heart weeping.