Every time we hit her
Beat her
Down against her will
And keep her
Quiet as she tries to fight
And tell us that it’s not alright
We violate her privacy
Rip fertility from the sea
She screams as we push her head under
As we take yet another.
What to do when oil dries?
When the sky ceases to cry?
But when the weather rages on
And all the wildlife is gone
What to do when nothing’s left
And all our mother wants is rest
From fighting greed
And fighting thieves
And fighting those who do not heed.