Mother Earth

isn’t it possible
my dear mother
to give birth to a new world
without death and destruction

it is not, my small child
the leaves must fall
before fresh green ones can grow
and fortress walls must come down

the structures of the old
the old tyrants
and their fortified system
must be buried in the ground

i am afraid, mother
of the shaking
the way their anger shakes me
threatening to take my toys

your toys do not matter
in the end, child
as you find new family
with the ones beyond the wall

the earth will shake with anger
the storm bursting
and the rain washing away
the broken chains that held us

but what of my dear friends
mother, who fall
as the mighty walls crumble
and the old bosses strike out

we will mourn them, my child
remembering
their wonderful lives and deaths
with the many…