What's the matter Mother World,
why are you in such
a topsy-turvy swirl?
Has Man again upset you so much?
Why is it that your face
has lost it's once flourishing green color
and your skin now blotching red,
your river'd throat aridly bled
and your inner-core rumbling hollow?
Is it because Men and Nation's
are too busy quibbling,
And greedily scrambling
over your bounteous generous donations?
That leads Man's descent
And you, your anger to vent
in quivering, belching, and lava spewing?
Has Man not his lesson's
learn't over timeless years
that their greed and actions
will result in raining acid tears?