Mother

Your rivers are crying the tears of sorrow,
Washing away toxins and pains,
But, oh… no… all is dying in your muddy waters…

Your breath is rotten like the sick stomach of a beast,
Wounded in the battle to escape,
From the hand of human power and greed…

Your body is stiffening in the agony of dying,
We step on you – oh, painful hard marching steps!
You still remember…the soft touch of the bare feet,

Where are your innocent children of paradise?

Your blood is less for every day,
Your children are taking it,
To nourish their toys and needs; little moving objects…
“Faster, faster, let’s move, make, build, conquer!

Mother, all your servants are dying…there are fewer and fewer bees to make honey for you, flower are disappearing, there are no trees to give you a shadow, no animals that made you delight in creation…
Only these diseased children…that you loved and spoiled most…you gave them generously all, and still giving…

Your feverish body is trembling,
There is no cool snow to comfort you

You vomit pain and sorrow,
You choke by your own tsunami’s...

But still...

Your love is beyond any …
for your ignorant children…

Oh, mother…is there anyone there that is listening your whispering prayer…
“Child, come back to your truth. You are the Earth, you suffer…being me”