Life springs from within.
Our bodies mirror the earth
both standing strong.
But slowly we're poisoned,
the pain seeping in,
I already begin to mourne.
To be barren, to see famine
the world would seem to crumble,
With so much life yet to give.
Pain pulses from within
infecting the foundation
of what would bring me my greatest joy.
Unknown dangers harken now,
black liquid replacing our tears,
- we are polluted.
**Sterilized women,
who cannot give birth..
Strip mine the womb of Mother Earth**
There is always hope,
We are making changes,
I pray that she can be saved.
*** Quoted from the Ulali song "Museum"
No comments:
Post a Comment