​What will you tell
the Mother
when she welcomes
you back
back again,
back into her bosom?
When she asks you why
you did nothing,
stood idly by,
as they drained
and befouled
her aquifers
drove her children
to extinction
for their ivory
and furs
dug deep into her
sacred womb
in search of gems,
rare earth and fuel.
When she gave you all
you needed
and should have wanted
nothing more
You stood silent
as they stripped her
and made of her a whore.

M. Zane McClellan

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