Mother Earth, mother Earth, will you shut up please?
Stop telling me your problems and your tragedies
I know you’re having troubles, you suffer day and night
But we are your children. We have all the rights
You complain about the felling of forests and of trees
But we are only decorating you with buildings and diseases
You complain about the smog, polluted water and land
But we prefer it the way it is, just try and understand
Look at your Sun and Moon, they never do complain
They’re idle and stationary, why don’t you learn from them?
We are happy as we stand. We never make a fuss
Have I ever kvetched that you’re not big enough for us?
So quit your whining and your sobbing and continue to move around
We’ll treat you as we may please till we burn you to the ground
So quit your whining and your sobbing and quit your petty bother
If we’re ever fed up with you, we’ll find another mother
Daymn I’m in love with the sarcasm so legit
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smartly said!
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Thank you. I am so happy that you came back and read more of my works
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i couldn’t resist myself… 🙂
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I feel guilty clicking like.
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Haha
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Listen up, sweetheart, Mr. Solanki. Let me educate you on respect. You and your mother have One Heart. You are deluded and not listening. She has nothing but your best interests in her heart, which as I said before, is also your heart. Yes they are distinct but they are in resonance to the same source that is Truth. So, where you are disrespectful and offended, that brother, is all you. Take accountability for your thoughts and fears. Don’t blame. Find the healing and you will be rewarded. Take it from me from someone who has done the work. Cheers.
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Cheers
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unfortunately, this is exactly the sentiment. I was just telling someone that we’ve transferred our throwaway culture to the earth by just destroying it and trying to find another planet smh. Thanks for this poem.
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Welcome
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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I find this poem to be very, very, good. I am going to reblog this one for you.
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Amen. We are so cruel to her.
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True
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Such are the minds of the mindless.
This is a beautiful take on an overlooked continuous tragedy.
Beautiful, Frank. Just beautiful.
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Thank you so much
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You’re very welcome.
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This is most unique piece of writing i have seen till now. Great work! Keep writing! 🙌
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Thank you so much
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Terrifyingly accurate.
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We don’t deserve our mother…
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog and commented:
Very well done. Reblogged on davidbruceblog.
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This was exceptional and amazing! Beautiful.
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a very effective summarization of the brutalization of Mother Earth
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I feel for mother earth all that bull she has had to put up with from us her ungrateful off springs
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And yet we do nothing about it. So unfortunate
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Clever twist on this idea – really liked it.
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Thank you
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If we don’t protect our land, we can’t protect our bodies. People fall into the illusion of separation that you idealize in your poem. Nature can retain its purity through smart development. It is our responsibility to keep the land clean for our health, prosperity, and that of future generations.
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True. Thanks for your comment
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Deep much 😩
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Wow! You’ve said it all
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LOVE your use of reverse psychology to get people to open their eyes
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And we keep on make our mother suffer!!! Such profound piece.
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Thank you
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Pretty much. Yup. Argh and sigh. You know though, I truly believe when she’s had just about enough of us she’ll chew us up and spit us out. I think we’re tiny, annoying gnats in the scheme of things. She’ll find other more intelligent and grateful children to nourish! 🙂 Thanks for this and Cheers.
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Thanks and welcome
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Well expressed in terms of sarcasm
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Amazing…I really wish I could write poetry like this. The deep message behind it is really moving, and it’s amazing how you can reach out to people by choosing the right words. =)
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You’re welcome. =)
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Wow! That’s an amazing poem!! Honestly I’ve been reading your poems for quite a while and I’m fascinated!!
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Oh thank you so much
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No problem!! 💝
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Have a nice day, my friend
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Thanks! You too (:
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Good write …I appreciate the irony. May I just say that one cannot be ‘fed up of’ …the correct English is ‘fed up WITH’. But the message and meaning of your poem is subtle yet powerful …well said.
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Oh I’m so sorry. I’ll change that right away. Thank you for your comment
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It was only a small grammatical thing … Your poem is excellent!
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An error is an error but thanks again
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Nice poem!
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when the smoke clears
and i can see the night sky
i’ll look up for that
other mother 🙂
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Sounds good
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So true!
Nicely written
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Thank you
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She took in the blood of all her children who were killed in all our wars…Maybe they are pissed at what we are doing to our mother.
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Oh, so like spoilt children we are. We ask everything from a parent who is so willing to give. And we treat her with such contempt. Can I suggest you change diseases to just the singular disease. This can also be seen as plural when not named; such as in war, pestilence and disease. This would make that rhyme better. Well done on your writing though. I love reading some of your work.
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Thanks for the suggestion and your comment. Appreciate it
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this is so real and sad 😦
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Unfortunately
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Sad but true. Good job.
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Indeed. Thank you
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Yes, we are very ungrateful take everything for granted. Something I wrote on the same lines in one of my post “Exceptional”. NIce post.
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there is just one sentence that bothers me. e.g. “….till we burn you to the ground”…
Everything else though is splendid. 🙂
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A brilliant poem about a terrible attitude
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Thank you
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Very good.
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We have proved to be ungrateful children
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Quite true
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