She is our Mother
Born in Africa America or Asia
Born out of her dust
We are all Co-Heirs of her gifts
Pure and free she gave to us
And what have we done
Disrespect and Insult to her we heap
By polluting, preying and forgetting
She is our Mother
Cutting her into pieces
We fight over territories and borders
Nations we built on foundations of blood
Fighting over abstract causes
We kill and terrorise men
Exploiting nature we sell her forgetting
She is our Mother
Born out of her dust
In the self same dust
We have to lay down ourselves
Again in her lap to rest!
Can we rest in peace?
Having caused so much discord
On this heaven we call Earth!
everything she owns is pure, except man.................................
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Truly great message brought across! I loved the language and brilliant manipulation of the flowingness of the sentences! But I thought... and this is only subjective! ... I thought that It stopped started too much for me! But other wise Very Good! ! ! ! Well done! 9/10