We Can't Eat Money

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The animals are looking at us

with questions in their eyes.

They are starving,

with nowhere to live.

The trees shiver with fright

as the chainsaws roar.

Whales lose their lives

in the noisy, polluted ocean.

Creatures all over Mother Earth

are disappearing.

And still the Two-Leggeds

log and frack and lay waste.

The Black Snake coils

across the land,

spewing death.

Plastics pour into the sea

and come back out as our food.

As a species we are unique

in fouling our own nests,

destroying our habitat,

and that of 

every other creature.

There is not enough money 

in the world

to fix all we have destroyed.

Nor enough time.

Mother Earth is crying

for our voices, our actions,

our help,

for she can heal,

if we give her the chance.

What will it take

for us to understand:

humankind is in peril, too?

What happens to one,

in the web of life,

happens to us all.

for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif at Poets United: Money