"Oh, holy land"
Forgive us our sins
of all the great saints
you're the most miraculous you've ever done.
Forgive us for so much exploitation
for all that logging,
pollution,
Is your heart aching already?
your tears I've noticed.
Thanks for the food.
how I could pay you back,
if where there is green
we've turned gray for art.
"Animal brothers"
every day less and less here,
said Francis of Assisi
I never took a bite out of you.
O mother earth
What can I do about it?
if your tears explode and tremble
Your belly is so painful.
So many gifts you've given
I didn't know how to thank you
fifty years later
others will miss you later.
How do I change the story
that the Society does not see
Forests, Savannahs, Mountains
deserts, Seas are seen
spilled through his veins
and in the heart as well.
Even if you protect yourself from the man
thank you for the night and day
although the man your son is
the one who takes your life
and you as a good mother
struggles to live for the.>
[https://poesia11.wordpress.com/oh-tierra-2/](´Poema from my audit)
