𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙳𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

Our mother is dying.
She bleeds black oil
Exposed by your cursed fracking machines.
Her body is ravaged by the heat of flames
Fanned by our selfish consumption.
When did we turn our back on her?

She cries acid tears,
Scorching her own surface.
She cries because her children are hurting her.
Children who think that because they are civilized
It gives them the right to ravage and destroy,
To kill their mother's other children.

She gave us life,
And how do we thank her?
We treat her like she is disposable,
But she is not.
Why do we do this
To our beloved mother?

Gasses escape into the air,
Choking her half to death.
Is this a way to treat our mother?
We ravage and plunder
For material goods,
Because we have placed them above her.

She birthed us and nursed us
And loves us still,
Why do we destroy her so?
We have no other mother
We can run to,
We should love her while we can.