To: Man From: Mother

To: Man  From: Mother

Oh, consumer culture I'm appaled by your denial
Of environmental facts right there before you all the while.
It isn't apathy; you're just unwilling to evolve,
If you deny your sins; then there is nothing to absolve.
You hedonistic masses, oh how you will rue the day,
When you took this world, a gift to you, and frittered it away.

Is it your prime directive to consume thus wantonly?
Impose upon the earth and others, it's best for you and me?
No! The gods intended more than thisz when they put you in charge.
They entrusted you creation, boundless bounty to enlarge.
Instead you spend and squander, all the wealth placed in your hands,
You bend the work of mighty gods to your arrogant demands.

You have lost your reverence for the earth from which you sparang.
What then happened to the ancient rites of nature that you sang?
The song of the winter soltice and the vernal equinox?
Upon your acts of disrespect I now call down a pox!
My curse will be as follows; you will damn the human race
Wicked scar upon your cheek for every scar upon my face.

I am mother nature and I tire of your consumption
That you have mastered me, a vain and dangerous presumption.
Overwhelm you with the deluge, bring you down with mighty quakes,
Cleanse this world with fire and fury, erase your vain mistakes.
You will know me by my actions, the wise will pay me heed
I shall offer tragedy; in return for glut and greed.

-Kevin Metcalf