When the plow
Tears through the earth
Who hears her screams
Who tends to her wound
The cut is not a creation of malice
It is born of necessity
And ultimately benefits both
Attacker and victim
Still, the earth cries
She moans and groans
She suffers the pains
Of growth and growing
Nature cries for her
And waters her with tears
As mankind like ants
Scurry across her
Who weeps for her
As corporate greed
Rips her open
And lays her goods to waste
Who cries for her
Who cares for her hurt
Who defends her
Who stands for her
If not us
Then who?
© Ron Simpson Jr.
April 7, 2020
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