Mother, what do we owe? <br />What is the price for ingesting self-prescribed maintenance against the grain? <br />What have we done: <br />You watch as the intimate bond of trust is broken <br />Some tug at the hems of your dress <br />While others rip out your limbs at the roots <br />All for one unsatisfactory lapse <br />A mere déjà vu of love replacement <br />What we don’t show each other we make up for by taking from you <br />Always so caught up in our small pretentious bubbles <br />Missing the bigger picture <br />We’re slowly killing you <br />It will take more than one less than enthused tree <br />And already our protection has weakened <br />Mother, what do we owe <br />What is the price of our greed <br />And where do we turn <br />When the last leaf has fallen?<br /><br />Christopher's Dead<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-307/
