Mother Earth Bleeds

steve wardrip
Pinetop Camp Store
Published in
2 min readMay 2, 2017

by M.S.Wardrip

Underground iron river runs beneath it all,
Sometimes she can’t contain it and starts to bawl,
It takes a scientist to explain it, a spirit to retain it,
A devotee to claim it, and a disgruntled guru to disdain it.

It’s the Blood Falls, where mama nature cries blood,
It’s a lot of pain and anguish, tears forming a flood,
She cries out loud as red you see? She waits, She erupts.
Like a statue, she sits and she waits. Her wait is abrupt.

Deep ocean sea blue, can you speak for her true?
Mama cries blood for the hurt, that painful hue,
I want to tell you that you can run the river and get lost,
You can talley the odds, rev up the crew, weight the cost.

Tears of blood hurt just to see, imagine the injury, the trade,
None, no, not any, a doctor do I see, only their bills until they’re paid,
A Lawyer friend of mine is the best for my spine, he’s just fine,
I’m over there all the time. His family invites me, come barbeque time.

We bargain, we trade, we forget what’s really going on,
We deal with our own problems and meet them head on,
We shift our faith to precise calculation, a well oiled nation,
We’re missing psychedelic candles, black lights, posters, peanuts and raisins.

If you’re ever in Antarctica, stop in and say hello,
It’s only nature’s bloody tear falling fast at forty below,
A rainbow looms overhead and a star burst through the sky,
A red Cardinal flutters and lands, A red tear drop comes to my eye.

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steve wardrip
Pinetop Camp Store

Writer of Rumors, Gossip, Lies and Dreams — Poet, Scallywag, Whippersnapper and Galactic Co-Pilot