Ingrates

Ingrates

The years have been kind to both the moon and the sun
Our earth how she weeps for the things that we'd done
Wars that are waged, we bicker, fight and moan
Stealing and pillaging these grounds we don't own


She is changing, our mistress whose mood's upside down
Where once was dry land now the creatures will drown
Our wetlands are arid; our people fear she's dying
It once had seemed we'd all pitch in, yet not one of us is trying


The time we have here is short at best
Evolution changes us, our homage soon to rest
Constantly turning, she'll knock us off
Back to dust and flown to the guff


Spinning and turning like undressing herself
Purging off our parasitic selves
What horrific, selfish, unwanted guests are we
Casting too much for our host as she be


The painful scars connecting blisters to the burns
Our desecration marks her deeply, she yearns
But the old lady still stays and will continue to go on
And heal her own blemishes by the next day's dawn


Will we be remembered? By the next dynasty
Where will our souls go when we leave this tired place
Do we deserve a second chance having wrecked our first
Will our father forgive for our own mother's worst


The ground will thirst and the night will wane
How many times can we deny what we've done
Cane we ever undo-make amends? 
1july2007

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.