A new modern idea
That lived before in all generations
Many people do not hear
As they toss Styrofoam and plastics
Thinking selfishly
We are a society of disposable madness
Appliances, computers, phones...
Some businesses think
There's an infinite supply
For their demand
Before Rachel Carson wrote it
We lived to prevent this death
My ancestor's from Ireland
Leaving the Great Potato Famine
Settled here
Native ancestors
Lived by the rule
Take one, leave two
No one knows but
My ancestor's did
And passed that down
We are just the caretakers
Our duty is not to destroy
But enrich the land
Recycle, reuse, repurpose, words
I learned at my grandparents' knees
It's our duty to continue
Mother Earth cries
For the loss, for the madness
That rules the world today
You can change that
Beginning now
Nourish The Mother
Or we may waken
To a silent world
A dead world
To only remember trees
bird songs, grass,
frogs and teeming oceans
A mere beginning
To death of Her/Us
Mother Earth cries
Written from my heat
