I am the earth, your mother... Listen...

I see the silver and the black, I see the red that slowly eats up the green

I see the gaping holes in the loving shade I gave them

To protect them, to protect my children from the brilliance of their sun.

I see the poison they mix into my life-blood, I smell the rain that burns my skin

I see them digging, digging into me

I watch them dig their grave.

But it will be my grave, too.

The sun is their father, I, their mother;

His love is fierce, but mine is gentle

And so it is I that must die by them.