Here is another poem dedicated to Mother Earth. Love your momma!
Balance Do
If soully we could get
Enough
Of Mother Earth and fecund wealth
A rich dance
With soil and water
Flora and fauna
Trusted friends and clear skies
Then
Long the weigh
Comes sum thing
Called the economy
Of mine, mine, mine
Get it
Wile
Won might
As all that
We are culpable
Of poisoning
The spring with winners
Our sow called wellness
Re-lies on extraction
Weather oil, coal, gas, minerals, water, or lumber
Taking more
Then we can
Ever re-store
Leaving debt and destruction
Powering a spent future
Externalizing accosts
With a Cain do attitude
Never Abel
To get
Over ourselves
And what of our sacred mother
Does she halve the heart
That we might
Keep our prys
Without con sequences
Or balance do
