Mother, you seem so blue;

I cannot imagine why.

What pain do you suffer through;

the way they treat you so?

Your tears fill the seas;

with streams of salty sadness.

Corrpting a gentle breeze;

the way they treat you so.

Your hair, cut and burned;

with their consuming greed;

and you're altogether spurned;

the way they treat you so.

Your skin, cold and hard;

cars, constructs, commands.

If only more stood guard;

against the way they treat you so.

This sickness, this attack;

they trample on your health.

I plead to them; get back!

Why do they treat you so?