Divine Reparations

We scorch her, but she won’t be burned

We suck her milk until she’s left dry 

still stepping on her brittle ground 

She supports our weight 

One day she won’t

We dig into her, and pollute her with her own poison 

She keeps making more 

One day she won’t 

Tarnished by our waste 

How much longer will she let us violate her body? 

Our end will arrive

Her rath will prevail

We may end, but change she just will 

Our ego is too fragile to withstand her strength 

She will move on, and we will be the ones who are scorched 

Ash is what we will become 

Burned along with our superficial foundation

It has been done before 

The end of humanity will not be her final curtain 

She will only rise and grow stronger 

A new beginning, after an era of wasted potential 

Shame on us 

Not enough were we inspired by her beauty 

None appreciative of her resilience 

To blinded by our gifts 

So does she inspire us with her pain instead? 

Is that what it takes for us to begin to heal her? 

Her ache does not move us all 

Oblivion is our punishment 

She has strength only to liberate herself 

And despair is what we are launched into