Ancient Cry

Mankind expands heedless of pain
And mythical die in pace with their gain
Know they not of this great land?
Has Nature's law turned so bland?

I would kill them if I could
And Nature's cry demands I should
For they rape her completely blind
Destroying much that they could find

With spear-like talons and flaming breath
Whispering revenge and permanent death
I would take my great bulk to fly
To bring fear and terror as many die

But that is futile, and would only bring pressure
As mankind came to take my measure
And kill me they would in the years soon
My death as inevitable as rising moon

And so I wait here hoping time
Will take man's freedom and give me mine
I think, however, my hopes will be dashed
For I see Green Mother dying fast...