Why?
I heard our Earth Mother scream last night, a sound that froze my brain.
I listened; standing helpless, I had nothing to ease her pain.
Her tears have fallen forever filling the vast and deep oceans.
Once they were of pride for her daughters and her sons.
We turned against our parent, as children always do.
The burden of the ages, carried now by me, and you.
A blazing forest is another wound leaving another scar, and the last tiger
dies.
Well meaning people wring their hands, while politicians spread their lies.
Of growth, economic necessity, progression and moving ever higher.
Someone called for 'Lebensraum', 20 million souls did not satisfy his
hunger.
A starving infant's cries burn a mother's heart, as hot as the sun scorched
fields.
Where withered crops blacken the dirt, fertiliser poisoned to increase their
yields.
Safely air conditioned, a researcher sees a different way.
No one listens, no one profits, and so no one will pay.
Darkness comes, now I fear the night, I will hear her screaming, 'Why?'
Other's sympathy means nothing when you watch your mother die.
Mankind's wish comes true it seems, we have the power of immortal lords.
As proof, we choose to slay a Goddess, our mark left on this world.
We turned against our parent, as children always do.
The burden of our guilt, carried now by me, and you.
Allan Stevens |
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