Are you not itching now
With the terminal mankind virus.
As they callously crawl over your surface,
with their thick tar encrusted carbunkles.
Harvesting all your resources and destructively setting them to work against you.
The scourge of his many cities, flake on your surface. Like scabbies and boils, blighting your virgin soil.
Man's taming of the wild, is to now simply massacre absolutely every single living creature, plant & organism. As he destructively deep mines your depths for perceived feckless value.
When Mankind's altruistic balance of his collective, is much, much greater than his current innate destructive nature. We will start to overthrow this vicious mankind virus deep within your psychic and our veins.
Now simply, we awate the antidote of understanding with patience, as this viscious collective virus runs its imbecelic destructive course.
"My Earth Mother"
Tarquin J Oarsmad. : 2008.
Until this inevitable written cure, i feel your deep pain.
"My Earth Mother"
