A poem written by my seven year old daughter. She is an angel. She models my good and not so good actions. One I’m grateful for, is knowledge, reading and writing.
In a time of need, why is it that our country allows us to bleed?
Allows us to “believe” we are free,
Turns their heads, so they cannot see our tears of dread,
Mother Earth in pained.
Fires burning down human hands sculptures,
Political Leaders with words of blunder,
Left to feen for one sip of comfort.
Mother Earth is Angered!
Unless you are of Conscious Beliefs, you cannot see,
She cries, she screams and gets herself in a whirlwind of anger,
I sympathize with her pain, I attempt to nourish her plains,
Mother Earth is Drained.