Kristina Korus
Death of A Great Mother
Rumbling tumbly over the Earth
comes a roaring thunder.
Panic graps hold of every mind,
yet I do not wonder.
Streaks of pain reveal themselves
from beyond the surface.
And their shrieks get loud and louder
as extincts the human race.
Few of them will ever know
that they're really dead now;
for many of them were dead already,
living in what not passeth show.
With sunken eyes they did not see
the fragile patterns of Our Mother's dress.
They wore and tore her, whipped and raped her
until nothing was left but a big mess.
Now Gaia dies, cries out her pain,
her tears fall down as bitter rain.
She hoped for years that came and went
but now she is at her last stand.
Now, Mother Earth is slain.
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