STORM

                                                        

                                                          STORM

When Mother Earth heard her children crying out,
As she was crying out,
She sent a great storm to wash away the poisonous devils who were killing them,
And killing her.
This storm billowed out of her sacred corners that had always been there for her people.
But her people could no longer see them,
Because they had been led astray,
And they had lost their way.
So the storm descended and cut through the people of Mother Earth like a scythe.
And when the people of Mother Earth saw themselves dying as they tried to save each other,
When they were drowning in the tears of their agony,
When their livelihoods were gone,
When there was no roof over their heads,
When there was no food in their stomachs,
When they saw their loved ones dying alone,
When they knew they would die alone,
Their eyes began to open.
They began to see the parasites around them,
On them,
Sucking the life out of them,
And of Mother Earth,
Sitting on their gilded thrones seemingly immune to the storm,
Stealing from the poor,
The hungry,
The homeless,
The dying.
And the people of Mother Earth rose up.
They rose up as they have always risen,
And they plucked the parasites from their bodies,
And the body of Mother Earth.
And when they crushed them in their fingers,
So easily in their fingers,
Mother Earth smiled,
And the storm was lifted.