Charcoal from her feet,
As she stares up to the stars,
That died so long ago,
Glass is a treat,
To the Mother Earth's scars,
She is dead alone,
Raped of all that she had,
And raped still more and more,
She cried bloody tears of toxins,
And drove her children mad,
To feed man's greed her skin was torn,
And fed to his only kin,
Her child from the womb,
Looked down in absolute saddness,
Before he was stolen as sky,
He is the porcelain moon,
And the humans scarred him deep into maddness,
As his eyes can no longer cry,
He sits now, uncovered,
And rotting unto death,
As he slowly falls to earth,
To meet his estranged mother,
Before they are cleft,
To bleed onto the the hearth,
Of God.
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thanks for sharing your poetry!! keep writing 8) lefty11 
