This mother eath,
Who gives us life,
This mother earth,
Heart filled with strife.
We love her not!
Though love we should,
Her death we plot
For life's own good!
She gave us air and food and home
That's not enough we humans screams
Her air we fill,
With smoke and death.
The sea once clean,
Now shocked with waste
To drink we fear
Will death make haste.
