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The earth strikes back

I sit here and weep,
Through the earths broken stems,
Destruction has cost her,
With grazes so deep;
Our blood has grown foreign,
Through her own damaged leaves,
We have messed with her honor,
And sliced up her sleeves;
Her whimpers are sturdy,
Although she does cry,
It's what we call rain,
No more than a lie;
She thinks about murder,
She has done it before,
She's going to end this,
Once and for all;
Her grass is so dry,
Her body so weak,
Her children are dying,
Death is what she does seek;
She shows us her anger,
Through treacherous storms,
A powerful bang,
And lightning that forms;
Her cries we hear not,
As we've forgotten to listen,
As loud as she is,
Her heart is still broken;
She sits there and ponders,
Why her children are cruel,
And laughs at her torment,
As she feels like a fool;
"They do not respect me",
She yells to herself,
"I'll wave in a fire,
And cause them a hell";
The ocean shall rise,
And the earth will shake,
The wind will move fire,
As our skins do bake;
She'll kill us so quickly,
We will not even notice,
A time for healing,
Genus lotus;
Her roots spread so deep,
The rain is appealing,
A new life force begins,
It's more than a feeling;
She's happy once more,
With no cancer to strike,
A well balanced world,
Is what she does like;