The Rivers that run bloody...

The Earth bleeds it's life force to nourish her children,
yet the ungrateful progeny only let their mother down.

To Want, to Profit, to Plunder and Reap,
the loot of her virtuous valleys and streams,
her oceans and dreams,
of beautiful lands and grassy reams,
They take from their mother,
She gives back to her sons.

To what end does this destruction persist,
how much longer must she resist,
for they destroy their mother at the expense of their brethren,
the rivers that run bloody with slaughtered kin.

She only knows how to love and give.
Her sons rob her of serenity and bountiful grace,
and insist that she rewards them with an embrace,
and let them ruin her in order to live.