Tuesdav April 24. 1990 the Other Press Page 7

   

Mother
I have a Mother

I love her dearly
Her milk gives comfort
Her caress is gentle
Her smile warm
Her lullaby beautiful and harmonic
Her children are many

They tell me there is
less milk left
what is left is poison
her Hosom scarred and
her bosom is shrinking, shrivelling, and dying
her grimace burns my skin
her lillaby hard to hear, it is choked
her children are the cause

I know they are right, I can see it

I love my mother

My brothers & sisters do not care for her
They abuse and prostitute her

WHY?

My mother is the Earth

Her milk the air I breathe

Her bosom forests, The Carmanah, The Stein

Her caress is the breeze

Her smile the sun

Her lullaby, the burble and cresending roar of creeks and rivers
Her children... HUMANITY

 

My air is going

My remaining air polluted

The hillsides are ravaged by logging

The forests are shrinking

The wind carries the stench of garbage 27 nes
The sun burns hard through the ozone Whee Zo °

Rivers are choked with trash

Humanity looks on

I love my mother, the Earth

Some of my sisters and brothers do too
Sadly, many still do not

WHY?

Would you sell your mother?

My mother is dying

Who will care for the orphans of the Earth?

 

Angus Adair