No Apologies

She came dressed in the finest of green To tell the story of a mighty Queen Who once lived in the hills and vales Of a distant land; Where robust rivers once flowed And game was plenty. Where children once Played on grassy knolls And swam in pristine pools. Where songbirds sang in sweet refrains, And eagles soared over bountiful plains. She painted a scene Of a fairy tale dream, Of meadows green, And skies ever so clean. Then, she lashed out, Hot blood from her veins poured, Her eyes ablaze, Her blistered skin, Turned red with rage. Her voice full of anger and hate At those who came and stole it away. What more do you want, She defiantly raged? You planted steel in my vales, Drilled wells in my meadows, Dug holes in my mountains, Trampled my grassy knolls, Took away the green and Filled the skies with ash. No longer do the eagles soar. No more can I give. No apologies will I make For you raped my soul. I gave you a chance And you turned it to ash. It is time you paid For the havoc you’ve wrecked. My parched skin I must reclaim. My breath made clean. The fruit of my life turned crystal clear No apologies will I make For what I must do. For justice is due. With that, a bolt from the heavens Struck a mighty blow To the earth below. The thunder roared, The wind raged, The clouds turned black, The oceans heaved, Tornados ripped across the plains, The blood of the earth turned red. On a distant hill stood the Queen All draped in black A chisel in her hand. On a tombstone she scribed, Here lies the men Who turned my rivers to rust My soil to dust, My skies to ash. No apologies will I make. “Mother Earth”