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And Mother Cries
by Reverend Kala G
Brouse
Copyright
2000
All Rights Reserved
The beaches once covered with the
lush, clean sands of a million years
now are gray and
dirty.
Covered with glass and toxic wastes
left behind
by careless humans.
Creatures great and small who once
lived in these great, gentle seas now come here, to the
shores to die, leaving behind their poisoned bodies for
scientists to wonder why.
How did they die?
What caused this epidemic of death that's
sweeping across all Mother's
creatures like a terrible
plague?
They ask these questions while the
factories pour out tons of deadly chemicals and the raw
sewage is washed into the blood of the Great
Mother.
No regard for who or what it will
affect.
And Mother cries.
The tears sting our bodies.
Washing over everything in an
acid rain.
Slowing destroying the
last threads of compassion left in
humanity.
Silos billow clouds of smoke.
Air so thick and heavy it hurts to
breathe.
It stings our lungs and leaves
disease and sickness. A dark
residue on a once bright
world.
A hole appears above us, unleashing
the harshness of the bright star that
gives us our life
sustaining elements.
Drowning us in rivers of
radiation.
We bury our children born with birth
defects but we do nothing to change
our ways.
Accept.
Conform.
Even a sheep has more sense.
And our Mother cries.
Tears of an acid rain, because that's
all She has
left.
Stinging our bodies.
Polluting our children.
Slowly killing
us all.
We strip mine Her of dignity.
We rape Her of Her nurturing gifts.
We kill Her slowly, painfully,
methodically.
With no knowledge.
And no remorse.
As our Mother cries, we continue to
fill Her body with damning elements
that will lead to all
creatures demise.
There's nothing left to give
The last gift She can give you is
your children.
Teach them of Her.
Teach
them to
have honor.
Teach them respect.
Pretend like the world depends on
it, because it does.
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