Sweet mother
For you i weep
And wonder how it is
That in our beds at night
We so soundly sleep
For all you so readily give
We, ever want more
Turning sacred ancient forrests
Your very lungs
Into open weeping sore
Where once great fish teeming
River flowed
Now poisoned water
Tells the tale
Of fools gold
And of protective shawl
You placed so tenderly over us
We rip and tear
Without a thought
As we belch out our polluted air
And for all this, just how easily
It seems
We absolve ourselves
of any blame
When we should all hang our heads in shame.
great writing! i really think that you are one of the best poets i have seen. i like the fact that you you use a simple but very powerfull and intellagent way to write this poem. Thankyou
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! ! ! ! Bravo my friend...you have described how selfish mankind has been to mother earth 10+