Mother

She is dying, softly crying
For no on can hear her
It is easier to turn a blind eye
Then to stop and ask why
When she tires of her weakened state
With words and emotions, she will reciprocate
Her listeners will burn and yearn
For her more gentle side to return
It is her fate to respond with hate
For she is dying, nothing left to lose
A pale sister glows up on the horizon
Once a power so divine
Revered by all
Man's obsession with the possession of her bones
A shine, a glitter a myriad of stones
Has caused irreparable damage
Internal destruction shows upon her face
Continual construction
Contributing to the destruction
An incurable cancer
There is no remission
As early people felt her imminent death
Offered up permission to burrow
Deep within her heart still beats