Mother Nature

 

We can be many things,

build giant cities.

Proclaimed kings.

They said we can do anything

in our times of discovery.

Sow our lands

with gold and luxury.

We have weapons and tools,

fire and the wheel

but we can't stop the thunders rumble

or the shakes of the earth

as lands crumble.

We can't stop

the tidal surges.

Mother Nature's

primal urges.

We are not the rulers

of this blue-green sphere.

We should be cowering in fear.

Instead, we swear

"Well the oil is there"

 

We may be able to fly

upon wings of metallic

birds in the sky,

drive in

metal cages.

Drown in

our mental cages

but we can't stop

Mother Nature's rages,

nor the walls from falling

when the earthquake

comes calling.

We can't stem the lava flow

when the volcano blows

We can't walk the seas,

or breathe

If Mother Nature is displeased.

She will have us on our knees pleading,

"It must have been insanity."

 

We can conquer and kill.

Take lands with a sword

We can get oil

with just the switch of a drill

but we can't protect all that we have built

from the rages of Mother Earth's waves

as they cascade angrily

against the brickwork facades.

So, when we are sinking,

and lands are drowning,

whilst we are frantically

flapping our legs around,  trying to swim,

Mother nature will watch on as we proclaim,

"It wasn't me, can we please start again"

 

 

 

 

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