The caring earth, our mother,
Out of love, she gave us her all,
She gave unmeasured, of her cache of treasures,
She gave willingly of her life juices, she gave her blood,
For our sustenance, she gave chunks of her core.

We called them different names, her gifts,
Gold, Silver, Oil, Coal, Water, Wood, and even air,
Natural resources, gaseous, liquid and ore,
We took all she gave, we took for use, unregulated, and we took for waste,
Whilst lovingly she gave, in belabored grace,
Us, little Oliver Twists, we demanded for more.

In our rush to consume, we forgot,
That her stores, infinite they weren’t,
Until a day came, and we asked as usual,
To douse our thirst, clean water, for our industrial bellies, victuals,
But alas, her larder stood empty,
After ages of taking, we’d finally plundered her to a finish.

Given time, she would still have come through,
Given space, she would still have come through,
But no, now was our operative word,
Being beings of impatience, all we knew was to ask,
Our rabid hunger, fed unhindered on her innards,
Until finally, exploitation extinguished her life force!

The caring earth, our mother
There she lies in repose, eyes closed, and finally at peace,
Choked to death, of our selfish grabbing hands,
As we, unrepentant children of gross consumption,
Argue on how best to divvy, her battered corpse.
©Maskuraid