Mother of All

She is continuously abused, and used.
Her heart is breaking,
As we keep on taking,
taking,
taking.

Her restraint is slowly diminishing,
Her rebellion is starting.
From pole to pole,
Effects are being seen.

We turn our cheeks, and look the other way.
Guilt causes sleepless nights to those who understand,
While those who don't, over consume.

To return back to the basics is unlikely,
Although it is more than possible.
The lies we tell ourselves to make us feel better,
Becomes the only way we know how to deal with the problem at hand.

Her body so ravaged, and turned into carnage.
She is spotted like a pocked face.
Yet we deny we are a disgrace.

Our greed grows in an unbelievable speed.
Constantly taking more than we need.

Her silent cries taunt me at night, because I know this isn't right.

She is:
My mother, 
Your mother,
His mother,
Her mother,
Mother of all.

Our sisters and brothers
Whether two or four legged,
Are sharing a home.
Lets not deplete it, but respect it.

Because,

She is alive, which allows us to thrive.
She is our mother, and life giver.
If we cannot understand that we will soon be homeless.
We will soon run out of reason,
what we are doing should be considered treason.