Mother Earth Cries Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I can feel it,
though it's your pain,
you have made it a wave,
that is touching my soul.
I can look into your heart,
I can see your wound,
you have made it a radiation,
that has made my eyes a device,
that can penetrate inside,
inside of injured humans,
inside of hunted animals,
inside of cut trees.
I can listen to your heart,
my heart beats with your beats,
you have made it a violin tune,
that can vibrate inside,
and can touch my heart.
I can smell your blood,
It's my own blood,
I am your mother,
I can request My Lord,
to interfere,
I did it many times in the past,
sometimes tremors,
sometimes fires,
sometimes floods,
sometimes epidemics,
and,
sometimes wars!
What I got in response,
dead bodies of my own children!