A Mothers Voice Poem by Patrick William Kavanagh

A Mothers Voice



Why do you choke upon your gluttony, while millions of your people starve?
Is my body just some carcass, laid out for your insane lust to carve?
Have I not filled your tables with my Bounty, for countless generations past.
But your greed would strip my bones and feast upon my wounded heart.
You steal my children's future, as you stole their past.

My trees have warmed and fed, and sheltered you since times unknown,
And now I look around in bitter grief, and wonder where they've gone,
My wondrous gown of greens and reds and gold now turned to dust and ash,
If only you could feel the pain I feel, each time you cut and burn and slash.
You strip your Mother bare to fill your vaults with useless cash.

My waters, once so sweet and clear; - now turned to muddy brown
I choke upon the toxic fumes, your poisons seep into the very ground,
There is no rest from you; - no peace; - no time to heal,
I've nothing left to give you, - there is nothing left to steal.
So many of my children gone, not many of them left for you to kill,

Sometimes I wish I'd crushed you deep beneath my ice, you cold ungrateful race,
Or drowned you when my waters rose, and of your Avaricious species left no trace,
Yet some of you are good and kind, I know you care, - I feel your healing love,
It warms me like the gentle kisses of my Love, who shines so far above,
It makes me feel that once again our world may yet be filled with love.

Remove the greedy from their place of power and feed the poor,
Tear down their neon temples and their palaces of hate and lust for war,
There is no easy road for us, no simple path back to the place we were,
Just live your life with kindness and respect, as once you did before
We are all a part of the One True Source, though clad in scales, or skin, or fur.

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Lincolnshire
15/08/12
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