LXXXI
Listen to the sobs of grieving Mother Earth
Desperate and desolate, dejected and demoralised
By endless sufferings cast by man, your super creation
In imposture Imposing on her reckless servitude
LXXXII
Seeing man waging war against one another
For nothing eternal but for enticing ephemerality
Deep wounds of her disdained heart bleeds
For man’s bereaved love, affection and gratitude
LXXXIII
Dig out from their tombs virtues, morals and ethics
Enemies strangulated and buried for selfish motives
When disasters march forth their way in victory procession
Remind them, the wages of betrayal are too hard to withstand
LXXXIV
Man, treachery and cruelty embodied, deprived of gratitude
Cut through the mother’s bosom, that for them once lactated,
To dig out from the depths of hidden mines ceaseless treasure
And kicking and spitting at her mutilated body, desperated
LXXXV
The soul of Mother Earth hot with grief will cool down
The seas rising in raging vengeance will calm down
The thundering clouds will sheath their gleaming swords
When the prices of lost virtues are realised and love upheld
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