A Mother's Cry

Why, oh why can't I deny That the ones I love Are causing my soul's hope to die, But will you ever see it from my point of view Or will you always consider my treasures Were stored up for your constant abuse, I graced your existence with the glistening seas Provided you with an upholstery of richly colored trees What more could I give to satisfy your needs? You greed became a mockery to my dreams, My toil and my labour expressed a love pure and true Why can't you understand I created all things for you? And though I hurt to see your apathy towards me It is my overindulgence of you over the years That has made this monster, Climate Change, roam free.