Mother Earth

Out of shape, 
Unappreciated, 
Twisted ruin of time,
You go on, regardless,
Shaking, howling,
Growing, burning, undaunted,
Abused, consumed,
Gift horse ridden hard,
Put away wet,
Too often,
Bent, tempered,
Springing back,
Over and over again,
Green and gold, renewed,
We take, we take, we take, 
And you just keep on giving,
Nurturing,
So as not to disturb the naive,
Oh great sphere of  influence, 
Presumably defenseless,
Against the ignorant,
You will have the final say,
For when supply escapes demand,
Hell is what we'll pay,
Oh Raped and pillaged battle ground,
Mother of us all,
You will have the last word,
The day the last human breaths their last breath.