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Mother earth;

was the chosen one.

She had plenty of plants & trees, all of which, produced chemicals we needed to breathe.

She had soil, rocks, water, oil.

 All these & more, for our own spoils,

but we became selfish.

Greedy.

We desired worldly things more than anything,

So some people would steal oil from other countries.

Some would cut down her beautiful trees in which,

 many magnificent creatures dwell,

they took their shelters, their sanctuaries &

later, took them, themselves.

Getting their soft furs, or hard horns.

Some would even make them into dishes,

they sell.

Slowly, they are turning this world into something similar to what we think is hell.

They would just say

"Oh well."

Taking, destroying, stealing.

We do this to the place we, ourselves dwell.

Only to get 'things?'

Things we don't even really need, just to brag & tell?

Yet, we wonder why the sky isn't clear,

why there's always pollution lurking somewhere near.

And our dear mother earth, 

wets us with her tears,

in the form of rain.

The rain many fear.

Our dear mother earth, is almost just a pile of dirt,

in the beautiful galaxy full of stars, she acts unhurt.

We no longer live contented, because our wishlist full of worldly things we don't need,

still hasn't ended.

We fight each other,

like unruly children.

And cause her even more pain,

destroying beautiful countries,

with our bloody war games.

Like animals, many are untamed.

We divided ourselves from the beginning,

creating borders & countries,

instead of just being one.

At the end,

we killed our mother earth,

just like the way we killed each other.

Now, 

where is all her worth?

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