Crying Foul

Within all her mystifying might

she gave life to humans,

nurtured them as if

they were sacred creatures

walking on her land.

Ungrateful men,

never cared for their mother

even after all the pain she endured

just to see them breath

the air that was once pure.

Their boots trespass on her lying corpse,

their fake tears drown

in the thick pool of blood.

Hands in the cleanest waters

scrubbing hard

get rid of evidence,

these men are incapable of feeling guilt.

In front of the universe they cry,

convincing us all

the nature of death

was an unfortunate suicide.

Men that know no shame,

run free

amongst us,

they destroy

what their heart desires,

only to blame it on their mother.

We must stand up

let the world know,

mother’s heart is pure

and we can make it beat again.

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