i wrote this in 96.. not done alot since but it's one of the less sad.i mean no offence by the religious content.. my veiws are some what different with the beleif of gods now, but the meaning of other things i still beleive, like mother earth, i was only 20 and carrying my first at the time.

 

god, who is this thing,

this almighty being,

of peace and loving,

can i reach to touch,

do i see its pressents

or feel it near

No.... no god i see

yet my mother... our mother

she is everywhere

feeding our hungers

caring our pains

holding us close with in her arms

but i see her.... do you?

In her pain and anguish

thou still she cares on

as we rape and pilage

her forgiving heart

as you sing your praises up so high

something neither here nor there

yet in your minds somewhere

your true god, your saviour must call,

do you not hear her cry

in every tree that falls

where none shall take it's place

the little plants that suffercates

within the cracks of concreate, trodden under foot

her every cry you hear it, you must,

yet you turn not, or do you care not?

or so caught up within your ownseleves

that you hear not whats underfoot!