Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No! Itís taken a lengthy time-out!
Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isnít a fiction!
Donít believe that they burnt down the earth,
No! Itís blackened from grief and affliction.
Trenches, running like scars back and forth...
Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose...
They are open nerves of the earth,
Which unearthly unhappiness knows.
It will stand wars and grief - any thing!
Itís not crippled, though booted and looted...
Donít believe that the earth doesnít sing,
That itís quieted down, diluted!
No, itís singing as loud as it can
From a trench, from a wound, from a hole!
Since the earth is the soul of Man,
Boots cannot trample down the soul!