Red soil, brown earth. Our mother land.
Bereft of the joy she deserves.
Lost cultures, forgotten traditions. We make her weep.
Dead joy bound earth strikes like a thunder land.
Lost faith mountains don't move. She feels tired, she goes to sleep.
Choked her, spat on her. Forgotten, her presence belittled by shallow minds.
But she went to the depths to be deep.
Upon defiled land, she twists and turns, from sadness and pain.
Raped by greed of men. Unfoiled in her depths, they search for more of what she has to offer.
Avarice and nonchalance, sheer acts of the stupid.
They starve themselves with greed but she is never fed up, because she loves like the arrow and the cupid.
Bathing in the blood of her children, a mother's worst daymare.
These are no slaves, no cries from foreign lands tearing her heart.
Earth of her earth, dust of her dust.
Killing each other, void of the love she is filled with.
Buried themselves beneath her, and she wonders why no one looks up to gaze upon a star and make a wish.
But no, they remain incompetent.
If knowing all her knowledge could be the end of her existence, which brings the existence of their existence a meaning.
But they don't see that.
All they see are gains and forget the pains she sees with her sorrowful eyes which are blurry because of the visionless visions for those who see but see not.
Blessed are those who see.
