MOTHER EARTH IN LABOR

The Earth is in her labor;

her pains have been quite strong,

she is comforted by birdsong

and hopes it isn't long

before her child is born ~

her valleys have been slashed

her sand dunes have been bloodied

where landmines have all splashed...

She has wept the tears with lightning

and she hasn't time to mourn

for the humans who are dying

while her child tries to be born.....

She has sweated rain and thunder

and bled into frozen rime;

she's been burned and sorely wounded

she has lost all track of time.

At last, she screams with cannon,

and pleads for quick surcease ~

Finally, her travail's over ~

and her child is now called

Peace.

© Christina 7-04