Mother Earth

Such love, never bestowed
to the clouds above
to the dirt below

the harshest punishments for our provider
the issue remains, the great divider
our molten hearts, stored deep inside her

such love, never bestowed
to the rain above, falling so low

a deafening shatter of placid fluid
a love for all people, from the rich to the druids
resources without a single request
for the upper class and the poorly dressed
for the filthiest of whores, for the passers of time
for the independent thinkers, for the brainwashed minds
for every living being, to share and to hold
for young, new born child, to the wrinkled and old

such love, never bestowed
to the sharp, green grass,
to the heavy, blue o-cean

no judge, no gavel bang
equal is everything
and yet the powerful deny us to sing
they horde all its gifts, silence the notes that ring
from valleys below, to the skies above

such hate, forbidding and insane
even though without out skin, we are all blood and the same
the same crimson shade

such hate, suffered to those,
whom live amongst the life unknown,
to the leaders of our mother,
when we are all one, sisters and brothers

such love,
such hate,
but we can change
yes we can change...