Weep not, loving mother, pardon our negligence, <br /> And discard your imminent vengeance. <br /> Insatiable quest for comfort and luxury, <br /> Lured us into hacking you, <br /> Causing you numerous wounds, destroying your beauty, <br /> And your protective membranes around us. <br /> Out of overindulgence we've misemployed your resources. <br /> We've encroached on our mammal siblings, <br /> Some of whom we miss today after their extinction. <br /> Inability to foretell your activities today <br /> Leaves us living in presentiments. <br /> Perchance, had you yesterday your fury vented; <br /> Or had we, earlier, been responsive to your wrath, <br /> Your gashes today, may have been less <br /> And our contrition lighter. <br /> Today, as we understand you better, <br /> Should you recuperate, restore you beauty and membranes, <br /> Our employing your endowments will be more reasonable. <br /> Weep not, mother earth, pardon our negligence.<br /><br />Frank George Mensah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weep-not-mother/
