Ngl this was for a project lol
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The sky, wider than the horizon,
the stars, as many as God's scions
Us, the offsprings of the Father,
we are the Earth's carver.
Earth that we call our mother dear,
sighing as she stands aside
The sound of carving that she hears,
for good or bad, she must abide.
Pray tell, who is the parent now?
God and Earth ponder grimly
Well, look at our broken vows,
now the sky shines a bit more dimly.
Mother screams as she burns,
the birds cry at the way things turned
Elephants beg for mercy for their life,
Our hunters grin, before raising their knife.
The sky burns, a bit hotter everyday,
as our factories churn out methane and smoke
So polluted and disgusting are our bays,
since we throw our trash there, it resembles a moat.
Then you see yourself, thinking of what else to carve,
Mother smiles a bit, letting her hope shine a ray at you with need
You start to carve into the dirt, though it seems a little hard,
Because you always must take caution not to embed a lot of weed.
Here's a rule, in order to know what to embed in Mother's side,
Our carvings shall always have two argumentative sides
The wood we use to embed in our decisions may be of good quality,
But the pests that go with it, may be of greater harm to your charity.
Despite all what we humans have done, Mother and God still says in unison,
"Dum spiro spero." While I breath, I hope.
