The earth is our mother and whom we love
She gives us life and sun from above
Death is our own invention
Caused by strife and racial tension
We are the death mongers
Mother is abused without weeping
We destroy her and ourselves
We store nuclear chemicals on her shelves
And it seeps into her heart
But still she loves us and provides
Even though we live destructive lives
Reaping and raping the ground below
Do we think of the dirt we continuously sow
This will soon become barren
As what happens with age
It will serve us right
When we answer to mother's rage.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
