As far as eye can see you can see the signs of a dying race. their disgrace spread upon the country side, their litter every place. Beneath lead gray skies I tread, for it seems as though the Sun is shamed to shine upon this quagmire that we have created here in our time. Ugly strips of concrete ribbon stretch cross Earth's lovely breasts to strangle and chock her as She fights for breath. Oh mighty Mother! Please come walk by my side. tell me how to clean the mess created by an obstinate tribe. The mess we have made of our own living space--- the pollution, the anger and the loss of respect--- is truly a disgrace. With blunt instruments of iron and steel they ravage your holy womb as they go hell-bent, to create their own tomb. I care not if this vain and distant race create a much deserved Hell of their own but I cannot let them destroy my Paradise, destroy my beautiful home. Mother please walk with me, ease my troubled mind, for I bear great heaviness of the heart--- terrified by the evil of mankind. As I watch them fuck you with their phallus of greed; to revenge and atone you becomes a desperate need. Yes! Beautiful Mother these vile creatures deserve their own Hell but why do they have to create it from your beautiful hills and dale. Beautiful Mother Please allow me to heal your sores or call me home to your womb and let me be your lover forever more.