Mother Earth asks: Will the Children Learn?

Tears fell this week from heavy clouds,
raining down upon the broad fields
planted with thousands of white crosses,
the only harvest from the blood shed
by millions in the War to end all Wars
 
I ask, will my children learn?

Hot winds swept the rage into frenzy,
stoking the fires with Santa Ana breath.
Homes and lives lost in a dry storm,
temperatures rising, estates expanding
into the canyons and hills, indefensible.
 
Will my children learn from this?

Hot winds swept the rage into frenzy,
stoking the fires with Santa Ana breath.
Homes and lives lost in a dry storm,
temperatures rising, estates expanding
into the canyons and hills, indefensible.
 
Will my children learn from this?

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Floodwaters flash death in the deserts.
Amidst bickering over long held grudges,
the real concerns of food, home, family
remain a mystery not to be discussed.
And fresh water runs off to salty seas.
 
Again, I ask… will my children learn?

Veterans gathered round the globe.
Heroes acting out national walls.
They know wars toll on the body,
aches remain from commands salute.
Families reflect on those not returned.
 
What will it take, my children, to learn?

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