Earth says “ouch” but who hears her?
She sits, silently waiting.
Lightening strikes, but who feels her?
Anxiety builds in the dead of night.
Earth is crying but who see’s her? She lets things out slowly as volcanoes blow.
Another sinkhole swallows a car.
She gets ignored.
Who cares about her scars?
The earth is speaking, but who listens? Lives are shaken…
She goes back to silently waiting, feeling broken.
The earth say’s “ouch” but who hears her as we pour our poisons down the drain?
She heals herself, cradled in the arms of heaven, hoping to be loved again.
Her wounds are deep, we steal her blood, to keep our lives moving above.
Her body is beaten and skin drys out. Meanwhile we're discussing politics, war and drought.
The fires rage while her forests die, as we build yet another highrise.
We stand on her. Tread on her; rest our bodies and minds. We rely on her, depend on her and throw garbage in her face.
The earth says “ouch” but who does something? We stand by as if our neighbor is being beaten and we don’t think it’s our business to intervene.
The earth says “ouch” and we’d rather think of ourselves because who really cares whether or not humanity survives? Are we so selfish that we don’t plan for our children? Should we indulge and use everything up to satisfy our own gluttony?
The earth says “ouch” but who fights for her? Who is the army that protects her innocence?
The earth says “ouch” and we can do something, but will we? What will it take for us to make a change?
If we think of her before ourselves, we can. We can stop the cycle of abuse right here.
When the earth says “ouch” it’s our job to hold her.
It is us. That’s what we’re here for.
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