Scorned

The old mother She lays her head down and she sighs Her eyes close She’s growing tired So tired Still There is within her The strength of heart To rise up and smash us To crush us To burn us To rip and tear us apart And drown us all In her rage Her tears For we are all to blame All of us Not just one race But all For when we didn’t fight Hard enough When we didn’t fight at all And when we didn’t listen And when we Didn’t heed her cries As we raped her We were killing her too And maybe Maybe This mother Won’t turn the other cheek Maybe she’ll bash our skulls in Maybe she’ll kill all of her children Because we’re all ungrateful And maybe Maybe Mother Earth will just Die