There is only one deity,
And you walk upon her fair form each day,
She is resplendent but in pain,
Choking in an unwanted gas mask,
Built from smokestacks and uranium,

She gave us a home,
But we try our best to destroy her for it,
We burn her green hair,
Her make-up blemished by craters and battlefields,
Her aqua veins are tainted,

Predetermined she limps through space,
She is gripped by barbed wire,
Painfully stopping her from fleeing,
From the satellite gnats,
As they photograph unwanted areas,

She cries in thunderstorms,
As we deliver naught but agony,
She is tempted to burn or wash us away in rage,
She resists though,
She is our mother,
Yet we garrote her each day.

Comments
  1. “She is tempted to burn or wash us away in rage,
    She resists though,”

    No no, she’s already burning like hell 😈🔥
    Man, I love your poems!

  2. Sumita Tah says:

    My heart bleeds for mother earth. How can we be so inconsiderate and foolish as to harm mother earth, and dig our own graves?

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