Actually They Are Not Mother's Favorite

Mother Nature weeps

I hear her heart calling in the deep

Any mother herself knows she cries

While everyone else is asleep

This child can hear her weep

I know her feelings, deep

They enjoy the land you and I never get to see

Because they keep us in poverty

And they steal our creativity

They take what we create, our dreams, our art

Mass manufactured, tearing souls apart

Social media, their gilded throne

A stage where stolen genius is shown

They pose, they profit, they claim the spark

While creators toil, unseen in the dark

Polished deceit

Where originality bows to the elite

Our visions repackaged, their names in lights

As they monetize what’s rightfully ours by rights

Hollow fame

A life of branding, playing the game

Not leaders, not creators, just faces to sell

A deceitful facade with nothing to tell

Stolen art,

Turning originality into a shopping cart

Creators toil while they pose and grin

Selling a dream they didn’t begin

Fleeting trends

Authenticity bends where the algorithm sends

Chasing clout, a purpose unclear

Empty vessels chasing cheer after cheer

Mass distraction

Feeding consumerism a chain reaction

They build empires on borrowed light

While true voices fade into the night

Going on vacations you could never afford

Their eyes taking in the land you and I adore

They abuse Mother Nature then demand her view

Draining her beauty while laughing at me and you

We did this already in history

Where the influencer imposed tyranny

Exterminating erasing the past

The weak were trampled, the strong held fast

Lands were stolen, cultures erased

All in the name of power and grace

Influence used as a weapon

Extermination, a path they're treading

The mighty, untouched, their hands still clean

While the truth fades, unseen, obscene

But we remember, in the depths of our bones

The price of silence, the weight of their thrones

And when history repeats, as it often does

We won’t be the ones who forget what it was

But I suppose this one looks better

This one feels good

Feeding your vanity Profits made on what's purposefully "misunderstood"

Then let Mother Nature show us insanity

Do you think if every volcano all blasted at once

Their photoshoots today would matter?

Or what they have planned for next month?

Influencing a downward spiral

But that's okay so long as your ass goes viral

Don't be surprised when they blame you

For the filth they put Mother Nature through

As if it wasn’t bad enough

That their overfilled swamp ass sits rough

Mother Nature groans beneath their weight

Yet still they will claim oh it’s fate, it's fate!

The gall to play the innocent

While their deeds scream guilt with a filthy scent

The greed, the waste, their endless feast

Crowing loud as they choke the beast

And then they will call it you

When they are through

Climbing peaks, claiming vistas as prize

Never seeing the ruin beneath their lies

They pose for pictures, all smiles and grace

While the earth cries out in every place

Rivers choked, forests left bare

Yet they sip their wine without a care

So when the reckoning finally comes

With fire, floods, and deafening drums

Remember this, they’ll cast their blame

But the mirror knows their truest shame

But the bill comes due, no luxury spared

For Mother’s wrath will be fully declared

And when the view is nothing but ash

Their greed will burn, their illusions will crash

They are not actually this Mother's favorite child

For they do not take after her spirit mild

Her giving nature, abundant and free

Contrasts their greed and their cruelty

Not her chosen, not her pride

Just parasites clinging to her side

For Mother remembers every scar

And they’ve pushed her heart just a step too far

We are her children, these bitches must have forgot

That one day everybody will die and then rot

But no they are too vain to understand

Your death and decay feed the bugs in the land

Tiny workers, silent, they nurture the earth

Without them, there’s no life, no rebirth.

Instead they chase immortality

Pretending it’s sexy

They poison their veins with synthetic delight

Ignoring the earth, denying her right

They blind their eyes to the truth we hold

That life is a cycle, both bitter and bold

But the land remembers, the soil will reclaim

And when they fall

We will all be the same

Mother Nature pours her gifts with a boundless hand

Compassion woven through sea and land

Yet they hoard, destroy, and take

Leaving ruin in their wake

Her generosity, a lesson untold

Lost on hearts that worship their gold