Global Warming

My mantle slides into the sea And still you do not see And still you do not see Blinded by greed Or crass ineptitude. Shall I, who gave you birth, Become creator of your death? Shall I become Tamora To consume my children whole? And all the fauna, flora, Which should enrich your soul. I see myislands drowning Beneath the fruitless waves Salting up the soils And planting ready graves. My forests turned to pastures With lethal consequence Garnering brief fortunes For those who have no sense. My mantle slides into the sea And still you do not see And still you do not see Nor listen either To those wise souls Who care so deeply For their earthly mother.