Weep Not, Mother

Weep not, loving mother, pardon our negligence,
And discard your imminent vengeance.
Insatiable quest for comfort and luxury,
Lured us into hacking you,
Causing you numerous wounds, destroying your beauty,
And your protective membranes around us.
Out of overindulgence we've misemployed your resources.
We've encroached on our mammal siblings,
Some of whom we miss today after their extinction.
Inability to foretell your activities today
Leaves us living in presentiments.
Perchance, had you yesterday your fury vented;
Or had we, earlier, been responsive to your wrath,
Your gashes today, may have been less
And our contrition lighter.
Today, as we understand you better,
Should you recuperate, restore you beauty and membranes,
Our employing your endowments will be more reasonable.
Weep not, mother earth, pardon our negligence.

by Frank George Mensah

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