I Am Distressed (V.2.0) Poem by Göran Gustafsson

I am distressed for you my brother;
For you who walk on Holy Ground
For you who take but never give
And make so deep a wound

I am distressed for you my brother;
For you who tread on Mother Earth
For you who rule by greed the soil
That gave you life and birth

I am distressed for you my brother;
For you who breathe the Holy Air
For you who shade the vital light
And nothing leave but black despair

I grieve and pray for you my brother;
For you who sail the Holy Sea
For you who make a wilful waste
But woeful want my Eden's tree