Sweet mother <br />For you i weep <br />And wonder how it is <br />That in our beds at night <br />We so soundly sleep <br /> <br />For all you so readily give <br />We, ever want more <br />Turning sacred ancient forrests <br />Your very lungs <br />Into open weeping sore <br /> <br />Where once great fish teeming <br />River flowed <br />Now poisoned water <br />Tells the tale <br />Of fools gold <br /> <br />And of protective shawl <br />You placed so tenderly over us <br />We rip and tear <br />Without a thought <br />As we belch out our polluted air <br /> <br />And for all this, just how easily <br />It seems <br />We absolve ourselves <br />of any blame <br />When we should all hang our heads in shame.<br /><br />Guy Richard Baldwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-earth-34/
