Dear, Dear mother what has been done

To bring such wrath on your daughters and sons?

Your tears they fall until rivers they flow

Down your cheeks with a glistening glow.

Your anger flashes leaving scars where it lands

Massive destruction cupped in your hands.

Your admonishment falls loud and extended

As you convey to us all how you’re offended.

Burning anger, it spews from your veins

Charring all, leaving sooty black stains

Your breath as you exhale holds the force of your ire

Sometimes it’s icy and others like fire

Dear Dear mother why do you rage

And keep us in fear wrapped like a cage?

Have we misused all you provided?

Have we inflicted wounds as your riches divided?

Let us dear mother return to your arms

Let us pay reparation for all of our harms

Let us make right all we’ve done wrong

We know we’ve neglected you for now way too long.

Paul Clark

7/25/10