Mother Earth

I’ve heard people say you are a sentient being And I’m still deprogramming that Roman Empire nightmare So tell me Mother Earth how we can begin communication And in regards to us disillusioned beings, do you even care? My first instinct is to tell you that I’m sorry Then I realize that’s my old programming about a judge My mother would never make me feel I was a mistake With grace and dignity she would give me time to rise above With my disconnected delusions, how could I honor you? And is that what any of this is even about? With the death of my propaganda which way do I now go? As an unknowing child I ask, can you help me out? I can’t believe anything I’ve heard in English these 43 years So now I’m going over the heads of all authorities If there’s anyone who wouldn’t lie to me, it’s mother If I open my heart to you, could you tell me something please? My precious dog’s recent death and my acknowledgement of her value Who I love equal to myself with the most tender innocence This thought now in my head about hierarchies and ridiculous judgments Perhaps the timing of this lesson is no coincidence?