Mother Nature's Voice

Miracle,
I try to be,
but everyday,
when thousands are slain,
was I right,
in being kind,
when my own kind,
is destroyed,
by the Rulers of the land?
Millions long gone from my face,
yet the Ruler's still destroy,
my fruit they eat,
my family they destroy.
But do they know,
that in destruction,
anger is harbored,
waiting for revenge?
My freinds and family,
slaves in their own homes,
refugees in their safeplaces,
hiders in their secret places.
Yes,
I know that some,
of these Rulers have tried,
to make a stand,
and yet have failed,
being thrust down,
by the other Rulers,
and ridiculed.
Can I stand the pain,
when my ground is corrupted,
my sweet face polluted,
without a thought?
My heart groans,
and I try to hide myself,
but find,
that these Rulers,
have drilled themselves,
to live under my skin,
and I cannot hide.
They crawl upon my body,
and destroy the precious rocks,
that I made for beauty.
I try to rid the land of them,
with disease and famine,
and yet they live on,
growing stronger,
living longer,
a zit upon my face.

written by taya

~MotherNature