Earth

I have seen the earth begin to heal From mans great upheaval of greed and steel Throwing the poor upon the heaps of each Deserted mothers, wretched ragged screech For her lost and hopeless wandering drunks One by one, once a mothers son, now A number less one, needed to clean the streets. And so the earth begins to heal, For she lives yet while we are still Once her grubby little wriggling itch, Well scratched now, gone from her ditch.