Oh, Great Mother, hear us now,
We cannot speak of your grand design,
But cry out in pain from every wound upon your body,
We do not weep for your great losses,
But for the bitter taste of your great rivers poisoned.
And for the trees we cut and mountains laid low,
We carry off your precious gifts until there are no more.
And of the air we breathe and rain we catch,
It is only our want that prompts us to give thanks.
And in our loneliness, neither the songs of birds nor animals
Do we hear, but only the babble of our own species.
And blind be wandering over your sacred land,
Seeing nothing but our own ambition there.
For we are a selfish species, now come to plead with you,
To grant your screaming, crying, greedy, thirsty, eyeless children,
One more day upon your breast, one more sun be lifted,
One more thirst be quenched, one more tear be wiped away.
One more awakened child be delivered into your keeping;
To heal your wounds.
To clean your waters.
To plant your trees.
To clear your breath.
To sing in the chorus of all living things.
Oh, Great Mother, open our eyes to what we've given away,
And let a truer selfishness take hold in our hearts,
Please do not abandoned us, Oh Great Mother
Hear us one more time.
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