Our Mother Earth,

Who gives us life;

This Mother Earth,
Heart filled with strife,
No longer can
We love her not, she stand our "love;"
Though love we should; Now we must flee
Her death we plot, Like scattered dove;
For life's "own good;"

She gave us all,

CHORus Unto the end;
G Now we appalled,
She gave us air, Our lives defend.
Bm
She gave us food,
C
Under her tree’s a home. POEM BY JOSHUA ISHAM
D MOFIED- OBED L.D
Why we’re so rude

She gave me water

She gave me breathe
She filled me when I’m thirsty
Why m I rude
C G
When will we save her from our
selfishness(x2)
C Cm
Why dont I save her from my selfishness

The soil once pure

And full of life,
Now barren sand
Of farmers' strife;