Mother Earth Puts Her Case Poem by Mary Champion

Have you forgotten me,
the one who nurtured you?
How close we used to be
when everything was new.
But that was long ago
when I was all your world.
Have you outgrown me now,
since your young manhood stirred.

Shamed by your lowly birth
you claimed a Father God -
no bastard son of Earth -
born of my fertile sod.

Stepped out into the light,
the light of my bright sun
-and then - Narcissus like -
reflected vainly on
your own inflated worth;
thought you could need no more,
forgot your Mother Earth
and used me like a whore.

Your grasp of matter grew,
until you proudly claimed,
there is no god but you -
ignored this womb you've maimed.

The greater part of Man
has long forgotten me,
I'm just the garbage can
you mine so ruthlessly.
Cont'd
 
But only I can contribute
the stable base you need,
and though you waste and loot,
impelled by mindless greed,
if you could start afresh,
husband me lovingly,
not rape my tender flesh
with lustful cruelty.
If you could separate
hunger from gluttony,
if you cooperate
don't seek to master me,
you'll find that I can give
sufficient for your trip.
Through me and mine you live.
I am your Mother ship.