Nature Bleeds
On our knees,
Hands clasped. Desperation breeds.
Running down our faces,
Are tears and sweat from toil
We belong to these lands,
Our roots born from our soil.
It is on this day we see,
The glory of our nature
Though it is decaying
Mixed with blood and greed
Might we soon see
We are part of the vision,
Where humanity coexists, naturally.
You see it now, all shades of green,
Now blood red, fallen leaves
A wise old oak tree, with streams of sap
You hold your bloodied hand, against
The rotting flesh of your ancestor
Lying next to your axe.
Our feet stand, not on earth
But our fellow species
Weeping beneath us,
Washing the chaos away
Cleansing its wounds.
Of the waste we consume.
No burial for the slain creatures
In the wake of our polluted platoon.
But hope is not beneath us
If humanity grew
Like the motherless spawn
We are sinking into.
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