Today more than ever, with thoughts of my past
Visions and images that last and last.
Haunted by memories of childhood days
Seeing my Mother, silently healing from other men's ways.
Helplessly crying from the sight of deep pain,
My tears were in torrents, somehow resembling rain.
What were these wounds, how did I say, she was being abused?
Dark holes and long gouges, areas where sick fluids oozed.
Areas on her thick, beautiful head lay bare,
Exposing huge scabs from men who just didn't care.
Self-indulgent people who fought for dominance with greed.
Their hunger for power, one you could never feed.
Could one mere child, stop this endless horror and pain?
From having to deal with this, over and over again.
Why, this needlass abuse to my nurturing Mother?
Pleading for "Help" from one deaf ear to another.
But who listens to the words of a child?
Ramblings sound foolish and sometimes pretty wild.
I pray to God who I know and see signs of,
Who remains elusive with signs from above.
I will never give up, because I know in my heart,
That "good" will prevail as a whole, not in part.
Alone, I know I too will die.
I can't live on promises and I'm tired of lies.
She's all I have know and been with since birth,
My beautiful Mother, the one you call Earth!
Open pit and strip mining, polluted lakes and over fished rivers,
Slashed and burned forests, acid rain just makes me quiver!
These are a few of the wounds our Mother endures.
I know there is hope, as a team we can find cures.
This illness of indulgence runs rampant across nations,
But we must stop and think for our future generations.
Illness breeds illness when that's all you know,
How does one expect the next ones to grow?
I wrote this ©1990, but I hope it got your attention so you think about it.
