You claim my birth.
Why do I call you mother?
when your earthquakes rumble and shake the earth
when your fiery mouth gobbles up the forests and unsuspecting villagers
when you belch & engulf your children along your shores
when you loose your fury of fire & bury so many in homeless dust
when your tornadic winds grope furiously for trailers & all your children’s things
when your wrath no limits knows and your water & oil do not mix
No mother do I know who lets her children thirst.
No mother do I know who burns her children’s skin.
No mother do I know who is so uncaring about who hungers or drowns.
You hold back your gifts & then let flood of such plenitude,
So intent on giving birth and nothing more, with no regrets..
- Oct.10,2007
It's in her nature, every now and then, to show us just how powerful she is... great poem... Colin J...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't like to use flowery language, but you're pretty good.