Mother Earth Poem by Guy Richard Baldwin

Sweet mother
For you i weep
And wonder how it is
That in our beds at night
We so soundly sleep

For all you so readily give
We, ever want more
Turning sacred ancient forrests
Your very lungs
Into open weeping sore

Where once great fish teeming
River flowed
Now poisoned water
Tells the tale
Of fools gold

And of protective shawl
You placed so tenderly over us
We rip and tear
Without a thought
As we belch out our polluted air

And for all this, just how easily
It seems
We absolve ourselves
of any blame
When we should all hang our heads in shame.