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Pleading To Mother Nature

Pleading To Mother Nature

PLEADING TO MOTHER NATURE
Ā 
Humbly sorry!
The majority are not to blame,
though we're ashamed
that we let them think
they wouldn't lead us astray.
The bleeding icebergs,
the sooted skies,
bankless rivers,
we all cry.
Muddy ocean,
breathless air,
child starvation,
communal despair.
We are of guilt,
we don't deny,
what we have built,
slowly dies.
But first of all,
we need to change
the very existence,
that caused this mange.
It's a greed
within us,
we need to rise above
and with God's help,
we'll rearrange
our meaning of love.
We know, that time
is not on our side,
but what we'll do,
we'll do with pride.
One more day,
is all we plea,
to set things straight,
if you'll agree,
to let us stay
and thus repair,
or we'll pay
with our despair.

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Rachel Kavanagh

I love it! Especially because of the global warming aspect, something I really want to crest awareness on. Creatively written, really brought the message across!
-Rachel x

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Alexis Krysyna

Thank you very much, Rachel, for reading and reviewing this work with so much fervor and welcoming comments which I truly appreciate wholeheartedly.
Alex

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