We were billions,
different tongues,
different skins,
different gods,
different flags—
and yet the same red river runs
beneath our skin.
O, blood!
A, B, AB, O—
call it what you like,
but it speaks one truth:
we are one species.
And yet,
we split ourselves
into shards of hate,
into borders of fear,
into cages of power and prophecy.
The earth does not care for your dogmas.
She takes no orders,
bows to no scripture,
kneels to no king.
Volcanoes erupt—
not because the Illuminati wills it,
but because the earth breathes fire.
The seas rise—
not from prophecy,
but from our greed.
We kill in the name of gods,
we destroy in the name of progress,
we divide in the name of identity.
Albinos hunted.
Queer souls silenced.
Voices of color erased.
Phobias sharpened into knives.
And yet—
we all return to soil,
dust reclaiming dust,
a cycle without apology.
So wake up.
Think for yourself.
This is your one life,
your one dance on borrowed land.
Respect the mother who bore you.
She needs no scripture,
no hashtag,
no fear.
Only truth.
Only care.
Only you
Mother earths owes you nothing
But you owe her everything.
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