Me and mother earth

I can feel it so clear deep down in my soul.
It´s the powers of the universe that are playing their role.

Why am I the battlefield for this fight?
What have I done, I can´t stand this endless night.

Others can talk their way out of their misery,
make themselves understood,
but I`m captured in a cage of questions
and it has turned black, my blood.

Why am I punished like this?
I want to feel that the universe is giving me a kiss.

I don´t want to feel this endless war,
no I don´t want it anymore.

My body is in tune with mother earth.
As long as she´s polluted I will also feel hurt.

As long as there´s war on her surface I will feel hurt deep within.
To keep healthy and sane we must not forget that it´s divine our origin.

...this incessant stubborn dying,
this living death,
that slays you, oh God,
in your rigorous handiwork,
in the roses, in the stones,
in the indomitable stars
and in the flesh that burns out,
like a bonfire lit by a song,
a dream,
a hue that hits the eye.

...and you, yourself,
perhaps have died eternities of ages out there,
without us knowing about it,
we dregs, crumbs, ashes of you;
you that still are present,
like a star faked by its very light,
an empty light without star
that reaches us,
hiding
its infinite catastrophe.

- Jose Gorostiza