Delivered from the womb of the big blast,
She grew to be heaven’s priceless jewel,
Patches of green with those of blue, so vast,
She, in her, promised many lives to revel.
Greenery watered by the duteous rain,
The rain fed by the righteous cloud,
Riches borne on her generous mane,
She carried like a bride’s nuptial load.
And then, the eyes so lustful in deed,
Saw reasons to build on false desire,
They ran in wounds into her holy seed,
That her richly womb be bled, so dire.
Lest the notoriety of this bloody plunder,
Wreck a curse on our days to follow,
Lest the hands that cradled us, so tender,
Lead us grimly to hellish gallows,
May we wake up to from this ghastly scene,
And wash the blood off the swords,
Not with tears, but with acts of preen,
With diligence covering every possible ward.
May we not sever trees for any cause,
For such causes are borne on flightless wings,
May we now sow seeds to endorse,
Every birth, AND whenever birthdays ring!
