Terra trembles in terror
As she looks upon her form:
Burnt and bruised by greedy children,
Who drink her lifeblood raw.

Even as she spins in despair,
She hopes they will someday care.
But they return with needles
To take more than their share.

Even as her sucklings greedily
draw blood from her depleted *******,
Terra still gives in.
She gives in to their unwanted caress.

Deeper and deeper they go,
Imposing upon her great sorrow.
She looks on as they carve her bones
And extract her golden marrow.

"Terra will soon be gone," I hear them say.
But what of the price?
What of the price
Her children will someday have to pay?