Our Mother Earth
45 years since we left our home
and traveled the dark and empty night
A million ships, a billion strong
searching for a home to end our flight
Worlds and Worlds have come and gone
not one was ever right
Oceans of tar and toxic gas
the horror of their sight
Where is the blues and emerald greens
white puffs to roam the sky
The morning songs of chickadees
before the sun is high
With ozone gone and acid rain
and cancer from the sky
We cut the trees that helped us breath
Murder is our crime
Without remorse, Our thoughtless Course
meant death would come in time
Now gone for good, The World of Birth
the sweet, the innocent,
Our Mother Earth.
© 1992 James Parker Haley
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