Mother Earth has a rhythm

that must not be disturbed

a distant drumming heartbeat

that often goes unheard.

We’re chewing and choking

on our piece of Heaven

and leaving scars on the land.

We’re snatching and grabbing

more than our share

and we all got the blood on our hands.

It’s an over-consumption

an awful malfunction

and we’re digging our own grave.

We cannot create

a more perfect place

than what is ours to save.

 

 

 

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