Love, Lied and Lost...

Why is my mum sick?

-Mummy can you tell me a story? asked a little girl, before she went to bed.

-Once upon a time, there was a little girl, a beautiful little girl. Everyone loved her, and she loved everyone. This girl had such beautiful flowers and cristal clear lakes. She was richer then anyone cause this little girl had something no one else could get... And she grew and grew until she became a mother. This now mother just wanted her children to take care of what she had given them. She helped them create fire, and make food grew from the soil. She taught them how to hunt and how to cultivate. This mother gave everything she had, but it wasn't enough, it never was. Her children would always want more. She tried to make them understand that she wasn't feeling good. But she loved them more than anything, so she gave them more, and more, and more... Until she didn't even have enough to live by herself. Her kids wouldn't listen to her cries, they wouldn't see her scars getting deeper. She was feeling sick but no one was paying attention. None of her 7 billion children cared enough to help her. Until one day, where  beautiful little girl raised her hand and asked other why did her mom was sick. At first no one answered, but other kids her age heard her and started asking the same question. Until adults finally listened to them, they didn't know the answer, but as they finally paid attention to their mum's sickness they realized that by wanting more they were slowly killing her. Her once crystal blue lake were now brown, her beautiful flowers were now wilted. Her children started to notice that she couldn't give anymore, and that now, after all she did for them, they had to save her. This mum loved her children so much that she almost gave up her life in order for them to be happy. The children after all wanted to help her, well most of them did, but they didn't know if it would be enough, if it wasn't too late.

-But mummy did they save her? I don't wan there to die you know, she's so nice... the little girl said looking up at her own mum.

-Oh my love, some of them though that it was already too late and that it didn't matter what they did anymore. They were sure they couldn't save her. But the little girl that once raised her hand asking why her mother was sick, didn't believe that it was too late to save her. So with the other kids, she fought for her mom to survive, and she fought her whole life. She wasn't the one that got her mom sick but she desperately wanted her to live a bit longer. So she fought until other people started to realize that they could still help fight that sickness. And right now, everyone in the world is fighting to save our mom, because even if some people still believe that she's not sick most of us, now, know that our mom, our planet, our home, needs us to fight for her like she did for us. 

-Mummy can I fight to? Because I want to be like that little girl, I want to save her mom. 

The mom kissed her daughter cheek before quietly saying:" Oh dear, you already are."

From a girl in a classroom. 

I know this isn't like what I usually post but I wanted to write it cause I've been working on that text for a long time to try and make it perfect. I like it like that so please enjoy and tell me what you think of it. 

Here are the lyrics of the song, make sure to look at the video clip:

Come near you, listen to me kid,I will tell you the story of the human beingAt first there was nothing at first it was goodNature was going on there was no wayThen the man came down with his big shoesKicks in the mouth to be respectedOne-way roads he began to traceThe arrows in the plain multipliedAnd all the elements have been masteredIn a jiffy the story was foldedIt's not tomorrow the day before we'll go backWe even began to pollute the desert

You have to breathe, and that's nothing to say                                                                                                 You're not going die form laughing, and that's not to say it

In a few years we will have eaten the sheetAnd your grandchildren they will have only one eyeIn the middle of the front they will ask youWhy you have two, they'll think you're a foolThey'll tell you how could you let it happenYou will try to defend yourself,It's not my fault, it's the fault of our ancestorsBut there will be no one to wash your handsYou will tell them the time when you couldEat fruits in the grass lying in the meadowsThere were animals everywhere in the forest,At the beginning of spring, the birds would return

You have to breathe, and that's nothing to say                                                                                                  You're not going to laugh, and that's not to say it

You must breathe, it is tomorrow that any empireYou're not going to laugh, and that's not to say itThe worst thing about this story is that we are slavesSomewhere assassin, here very incapableTo look at the trees without feeling guiltyHalf defrocked, one hundred percent miserableSo here you are, the story of the human beingIt's not pretty, and I do not know the endYou were not born in a cabbage but rather in a holeFilling every day like a manure pit