Jan 20 2009
Listen…
Boof, the co-writer
Listen…
Autumns twilight hour with rain gently falling down,
You feel the soft light feathered touch as the drops caress the ground.
We know our mothers crying are they tears of joy or pain,
The way that we are treating her just fills me with disdain.
Her name is mother earth and she’s given life to man,
But when she finally tires of us we’ll have nowhere left to stand.
All living creatures gently held within her tender arms,
Those special few who listen to and understand her charms.
They’re wise enough to heed her when she warns her mood will change,
They feel it in the wind and prepare to meet her rage.
The seas may rise and lands may crack, great mountains torn apart,
Is this just natures balance or have we all played a part.
The greenies would have you believe its all because of us,
The businessmen and magnates well they say that’s all just fluff.
But I believe deep down inside and this is what I say,
We haven’t trodden lightly as we’ve journeyed on our way.
Like that evil creature of the night that bites and sucks your blood,
We’re drilling her for oil and it’s running like a flood.
We detonate explosives and we cut her open wide,
The reasons vary why we’ve taken this destructive ride.
We rape the seas and slaughter with no thought of whats to come,
We’re heading for some discipline and its going to come from mum.
She’ll teach us to respect her and those lessons can be hard,
And we had better listen not be glib and toss the card.
Its autumn’s midnight hour and the rain has ceased to fall,
But high above clouds gather as if waiting for her call.
We all can do our bit you know walk true along lifes path,
But remember love your mother and in her radiance you’ll bath…
By M Fawcett
April 2007
