She’s raging

Spitting fire of rage

Blazing flames, speeding of anger

leaving only but blackness and death

Rushing storms, thunder as bombs

with floods and destruction in the streets

Men and women dragged by the wild waters

Animals eaten by the burning flames 

Heavens opened pouring out anger 

on us, racing around like mad men

Skies broken overflowing with tears 

Our world is sick

We are sick, because we lack compassion with all that is alive

Poisoning our minds with an overload of news and numbing medicines

Building up apathy and segregation

Blinded by the things we don’t want to acknowledge 

Spots black as deep endless holes

The newborn baby will ask you what you did

If you were brave enough and helped our Mother Earth

Your daughter will ask you if you were good to her

Did you tread her softly, with honour and grace?

she will ask you

How can you answer with all the privilege you were given

that you were too self-indulgent, too lazy, too attached to give back?

Too distracted to be angry

Of endlessly taking

Without planet, there’s no life, no work, no money, no economy, no hope for better lives

We need to give back before we are completely blind

We have to stop plundering, overheating and neglecting her

Stop this act of war

Before countries will turn into deserts

And we will live in wastelands without any hope left

What will you answer

What will you tell this child

that will die of a broken world. 

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