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Mother on Fire ~C
In many tongues they speak
Yet use one
name to call me
Mother,
Mother, Mother, said they
Till they
grow in plenty and became greedy
I sheltered
them and they conquered me
My
ceaseless grace they shunned
And bared
my hills like their heartless self
Now mounts
of garbage instead of trees
Mother, they called me, but set me on fire still
Burnt away the evidence of their gluttony
Hoping their crimes will turn to ashes
But the longer it takes the fire to consume
Their
horrors spiraled the more instead
Poisoned
men and choking children
Songs and
folktales are all they have
To make amends with their Mother
As they
sink me in their faults
Spiteful,
violent, and unapologetic
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