We are like a little herd of land
Parading ungratefully on her face
Spitting, digging, rigging and deficating
Into her mouth
Looking down upon her toil
Slapping many parts to spoil their coil
Heating parts to mostly boil
As many animals use them as foil
Soil
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We erupt volcanic hurts
Caring not her skin does us feed
It does us shelter
It does us carry
And clothes our beings
The earth is our mother
Our mother whose teeth never cave in
And never complains of helplessness
But we need a thoughtful force
To help her know our hearts
Our hearts which never show
By protecting her fineness
For by protecting her
We protect us
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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