MOTHER’S FORTITUDE
Oh mother, your sorrow is
Condensed in a drop of dew!
River flow is dead,
Mountain’s furcaps gone.
Hungry fields, thirsty valleys
Hollowed cavities of mine
Sans ores and minerals;
Broken bones drained of marrow.
Your prodigal children quarrel,
Squander, despoil and desecrate,
Oh, Mother, your august person!
No stars seen in summer night
No moon in autumn bright;
Soot and dust blind atmosphere
Puffed by man made monsters.
Oh, Mother, your sorrow is
Condensed in this drop of dew
On rusted tip of a grass blade.
It shivers in the poisoned signs
Of air and bleeds when
Pierced by a laser hot
Lone ray of the morning sun,
Then evaporates last tear drop too,
Oh Mother, still you forgive;
Too much is your legendary fortitude!