Of our dependence on Mother Earth who feeds us all too few seem aware
It does seem sad to think that her friends are so rare
We take and take from her and in return to her little give
Yet she grows the food on we depend on to live
What we do to our Earth Mother to our own selves we do
This is how i feel about it whatever about you
Yet sad to think out of those who are true friends of her's heroes are never made
For their sort there is never a street parade
And their names never appear on a memorial wall
The people who love the one who feeds all
Of humanity including all other life forms whilst so many admire
Those who become wealthy from stealing from the Earth's treasures and never seem to tire
Of singing their praises a sad reflection indeed
On those who admire people who steal from the Earth to satisfy their greed.
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