You were born with golden needles And your threads of chosen colours. Each weaver to add to the wonderful tapestry of life. Your elders worked hard and treasured their gift. They breathed life and love into the Earth’s beauty So it was for thousands of years. Your tapestry grew rich with its threads and it’s weaving I was bountiful and I gave all to your joyous creation. Much time had passed and generations grew wealthy You forgot to seek out the silks and the threads. What difference was made, if they used tarnished needles Your time was precious and you had much to be done. These threads soon lost their lustre But worry not, “time is on our side, We can restore what has gone before We must keep the wheel moving, no matter the cost”. You smashed the land as you created your borders You pillaged my body as you raped without thought You contaminated my air, you poisoned my waters You slashed spears in my side. Some tried to help me, some fought for my rights. But no one would listen. You had much to be done. And as I lay wounded You argued and fought Your governments told you They knew what was best. Now you will feel my fury, I have been waiting I will create the nightmare you’ve begged for. You will feel the Earth’s last breath As you foolishly rush for the tapestry you no longer possess.