Brian Jonathon, 2015
It's
not so black & white, we all
know
Taken by another, sons forsake a mother
She lets go
Gently she accedes with choking breath
And quietly recedes until her death
It's very black & white, oil on snow
Through broken ice, day and night
The dollars flow
Earth slowly bleeds through pale white skin
And graciously concedes the life within
Bleed the Earth upturn her
Cut her down & burn her
So she can't breathe
Excavate & drill her
Torture almost kill her
To feed our need
It wasn't black or white years ago
From mankind's birth he cared for Earth
So all could grow
But no reverence now for sacred things
As to the golden calf of greed he clings
It's really black & white. The bell it tolls
Mother gives so we can live
But we take her soul
Now Mother Earth lies short of breath
And painfully slides towards her death
It's oh so black & white. We kill the land
Trees rivers mountains plundered in their thousands
By our hand
Desecrate the mother suck her dry
But there won't be another to feed your child
It isn't black or white: it's not the end.
Her daughters rise, her sons get wise
And care again
Resuscitate the Mother: she'll survive
And once again will nourish all our lives.
So heal the Earth, restore her
Turn your spirit towards her
She'll revive
Proclaim a brand new age
Spiritual and sage
Where all beings thrive