Fallacy

There's a heaviness in the air

as if the world were in 

mourning

Opening her eyes at dawn

our dear mother yawns

and sighs

generations have relied on,

taken from,

and abused her

yet she gives, unconditionally

when does need become gluttony?

why can we not see her tears?

hear her cries?

in blind arrogance

we propose restraint

is a beating less harmful

if done with half as many

blows?

our dear mother

dying

alone

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