Species-Mother, we owe you much
our food, our lives, our materials and such
revealed in glory, we relish your touch
our foolish kin your flesh and blood clutch.
Earth, I hear your strangled cries
as the corporates tear at your ancient hide
to you sins of weakness I confide
I too fed the commercial lies.
You breath, your body, your blood of fire
all these things the foolish ones desire
the greed-made monster from its feast never tires
yet I fear for its body should we rouse your ire.
we are but fleas, lice on a beast
we are not the greatest any longer, but the least
oh we’ve built, invented, grown and increased
but respect for our mother has all but ceased.