Earthquake

Me, the earth You see my beautiful face The beautiful sky and greeneries Lovely flowers and sweet chirping birds You dig Dig and build Your sky rise You burn Burn my woods You cut Cut my forest You stop Stop my flow of rivers The exhausts of your vehicles The shoots of your industries The toxins Of your weapons Pollute My water and air My children Animals and birds Forest and flowers Die of exhaustion I cry Cry of pain Cry of anguish Cry out of anger Boil and boil, under My crust I heave hard Boil anger Shake and shake I want to bring down Your sky rise Crush them to ground I become angry Really angry I shake your prides Crush your vanity Raze them to ground Then I sigh of relief And become normal Once again I engage in my creation.