Mother Earth to her children

Listen to my message infant man,’
This world would answer back.
I scream my plight. Now hear my words:
no more soundbites, no spin, no promises.
Your rhetoric hasn’t worked.

Now! I call for action.
Now! I’m fighting back.

Inside my furnace is firing as
tears of sadness become tears of rage.
Millions of years I lived before you...
You who rip off my clothes;
Blow holes in my skin!
You, you who make my blood boil.
Beware infant man...
Your cradle is rocking.