The Earth Is She
The land, sea, moon, and sky, prepared to watch the earthlings die.
Fickle fate turned their fate, beyond the pale their ignorance great.
They let so few control the rest, thinking this was how God saw them best.
An ancient people came from the sea carry all they needed to live and be
A story lost and people wail, “when oh Lord will their system fail?”
Wishes and dreams without action in haste, are what causes confusion, panic and waste.
Forgotten they have but for the witchy few, the Earth is a lady, in charge and most cruel.
Take your own mother, how still would she be, if you tore into her flesh and devoured with glee?
How fast would she raise, the hand, belt, or shoe setting your bee hind ablaze before she was through.
So before you can ask when the scourge ends, ask what you can do to stop the bleeding and mend..
The sun rises and falls, daily it trek, warming his children that orbits connect.
The worlds except one, her children askew, waiting for command to make them so few.
Stop waiting to be saved and go back to the lands, as one rip it out from evil hands.
Settle and grow like our nation once grew and trade like your life depends on it too.
Like grain and wheat given for milk, kindness, gossip and connection must fill.
The bellies of all, souls, and minds too, require food, light and knowledge from more than a few.
Every tale told Grimm, in a forest so black, has an ounce of truth, of people so whacked.
But the reason they were, had nothing to do with evil or darkness in people like you.
The forest was cut and the trees fought back. Mother is queen to us all mole, spore and pack.
You’ve been warned many times of your greed and your gaul, the god who comes will watch you fall.
The choice is now.
The world is not lost.
Don’t dream of the time when it’s through with you.
One simple decision.
One power that’s yours.
Make mother happy.
It’s as simple to see.
Because a snap of her fingers and you will not be.
