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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We forced her into menopause well ahead of her time. Mother Nature’s prematurely changing and we’ll regret our crime. We cut off her tresses that once bushed across her land, polluted her oceans and soiled her golden sand. Moody and unpredictable her volcanic eruptions flows, fed a daily diet of plastics, pesticides and GMO’s. We sweated out her edges and turned her temples gray, while her hot flashes melt the glaciers that dissolve more each day. Her skin is dry and arid as she blazes across her earth, destroying crops and animal life, unyielding, no longer giving birth. We ravaged her Amazon where green algae and flora once flourished, only two days shipping while populations starve and many undernourished. Waken with a splitting headache as earthquakes and tornados roar, we have become her burden with our excessive cries for more. Gas emissions have choked her and left her in a daze. The damage is done, too late before we change our ways. She is like a bridge as our weight has caused her back to bend with greed, corruption and the unconscionable conscience of men. How will humanity survive when Mother Nature has no more to give, what will become of our children, where will they have to live? This is a time of urgency, but we have been fore warned. Her end is rapidly approaching, for “hell has no fury like a woman scorned”.
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