The Call

Hello Mother,

Watch as the tears fall

Her voice scratchy from giving out her call

She has tried to calm her children

But all she can do is watch as they fall.

She attempts to cradle them to her chest

But all they do is cut her breast.

The little ones run and cry for help

But Mother feels faint and lays her head

The sky turns brown, and the floor burns like Hell

Her children crawl and groan in pain

But Mother is gone and has faded to dust

The Earth is crying, do you hear her call?

With love,

William Cook