Poems Of Ash & Gold

Mother Earth (how we miss you so)

We have dined on the Earth for far too long

A fever She has grown to burn us  right out

Infection we are; though some still love our host we sing Her in song

There is a tale of four horsemen who ride

No one told us that we were these four

Destruction and hunger, this is our bride

She gave us our breath, and we brought her great wars

We took away Her forests, we feast on Her soul

So She then brought the storms to wash away her sores

We take away everything, burn out the animals that make this their homes

We rode on her like a plague; we pillaged Her heart

And when we are done we will even strip Her bones

She undid the first; the great empire before man

Before we stood upright She gave stretched out her hand

She gave us the spark; we stood tall to look Her in the eye

We left our green prison and burned down our memory

We promised our allegiance told, Her we'd Love; How our tongues grew used to the lie

She wept and she shook when she saw what we had become

We ripped out her heart, devoured her throne

We continue to use, to feed ourselves with false; On a path to see Her undone

Yet a word is rising; our memory coming back

In the hearts of some of us we strive return Her life and beauty

We can brush away her tears, undo all we've turned black

We can restore Her waters; grow back Her trees

Give back our home and love her again; this is how we set ourselves free