Motherless

 A cry of lament rises,

  born from mouths too small.

Where is our mother?

  why have you not valued her?

We disrespect her,

  taking from her beauty.

Raping the resources,

  for our own gain.

Cost, who cares,

  a weeping is heard, deep.

We cannot continue,

  we cannot ignore, cry.

Cry with them all,

  those dying, those dead.

Lift it up,

  then maybe we will learn.