Lifeblood of our Mother

A little song I wrote during Earth Day.

 

Life Blood of our Mother

 

 

Look at the knife in your hand;

Watching the trees blood flow like sand.

You don’t know how much damage you’ve caused,

You go along just hacking at flaws.

It’s the life blood of our Mother that sustains us.

You go along thinking to maintain the flux.

DON’T THINK YOU HAVE IT ROUGH just
LOOK AT YOUR MOTHER WHO WAS ONCE SO TOUGH.

Thinking about the blood on your hands,

Looking like sand as it flows through your hands,

Stains that will never wash off,

It’s just a bit. That’s all. ENOUGH!

DON’T THINK YOU HAVE IT ROUGH just

LOOK AT YOUR MOTHER WHO WAS ONCE SO TOUGH.

Nothing to gain, nothing to lose,

Everything looks like a ruse.

All the food, shelter, and blood,

Given to you out of sheer love.

Once the rain comes down again,

It burns you out and cleanses the skin.

You walk away and turn your back on her.

You walk away and turn your back on her.

Don’t try to act innocent cause you’re guilty as sin,

It’s all over your face and inside your skin.

She looks down on you and feels such pity,

She let you taste a kiss so minty.

Don’t screw it up it’s all you’ve got.

If you don’t shape up you will rot.

 

-Brian Hardy

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

I like this one, and we are reminded of one thing. Something nowone ever thinks about. When a mother has a child, the is extremely impressionable. What you do to your body, can imprint onto the baby, diffently drugs and alchohol. What we do to are pure mother, imprints on us, since she is holding us in her womb until are time for harvest. We must consider that we are one with are mother, and take care of her, we only have one.