#WritcoPoemPrompt19
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...

For she is the earth, our mother,
Whose body is scarred by man's greed,
Her forests once lush and green,
Now reduced to barren wastelands.

Her rivers once crystal clear,
Now polluted by man's neglect,
Her creatures once thriving,
Now struggling to survive.

Yet still she gives, with open heart,
Providing life and sustenance,
Hoping that we will learn to care,
And heal the wounds we have inflicted.

So let us be kind to our mother,
And treat her with the respect she deserves,
For in her hands lie our very existence,
And without her, we are but mere dust.
© Shristi