Sick
We were born to watch Her burn
In the hands of selfish Men
Without faith, hearts or concern,
For the life around them
Since money doesn’t grow on trees,
What exactly is their use?
Not one of them cares, nor sees
That our purpose is not Abuse
How our messed up weather,
Foreshadowed by the first crown and throne,
By those who think they can control Her,
Yet are weaker than a lifeless stone
The Earth will go on.
With us or without
Weather the birds still sing their song
Weather humans sleep or shout
And those who live in the mountain tops,
Beyond the cars and city smoke,
Know that Native people tried to stop this
While their pain was taken as a joke
So listen, now more so than ever
That you should all be in a state of panic
For our children, animals, whoever
Our Earth needs us, and She’s sick.
Written by: A. E.
