We Killed the Soul of Mother

Mother quenched my thirst with her flowing streams of water that flowed in
valleys between mighty and mist-filled mountains
My body laid on the bare skin of her head which was once clean and nourishing
She forbade hunger from torturing me by feeding the fruits from her hand
She nurtured me on the warm comforting sand
which kissed the oceans where her heart lay
I cracked parts of her skin to see how gold and coal melted
I burnt alive the other children to taste succulent roasted meat
I ripped her fruits apart and made artificial foods which people die from today
In the name of ‘discovery’ I slowly tortured Mother
I choked her willingly with the gases that hung in the air from factories
I drowned her children in acidic oil at the heart of the oceans
I chopped tall trees that built my Mother’s body and made my own children
write on the marrow of her bone
She engulfed my people in treacherous tsunamis,
drowning them like how her children had been
She roasted us, the beautiful trees and her children in wildfires
The ocean no longer sparkled in the sunlight and remained ashen
The soul of Mother was no longer beating to the sound of the Earth
We killed the soul of Mother