Mother Earth   Our world is plagued with such problems today, For dark and deadly sins are e'er at play And lest we solve the conflicts and dismay, Then we shall surely die off and decay. If one alone could our vast world uplift, Could scrutinize our ways and answers sift? Would we perceived such Truth a curse or gift? Would we move towards the light or stay adrift?  If they were black, Arab [Asian], Hasidiac [Hispanic], fay? How many would not hear what they might say? How many, alas, would just turn away? Would frank logic and common sense betray? For ere we dare enthrone such a Savior? We first must exploit her or enslave her?    Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.