They often say that we,
The human race,
are killing Mother Earth.
Yet, it is not that I am so worried about.
For our planet is a persistent thing
And long after our deaths
No matter how scarred, how torn
She will heal. She will persist.
Although not the same, she is still the Mother
No amount of lead, blood or radiation
Will make her infertile
And although it may take millennia
New life will be thrust forth from her womb.
No, my brothers and sisters, it is not Earth I worry for.
It is often said we are the disease
We are the diseased!
No doctor knows the cure for the plague
They do not know it exists.
Yet it is a phenomenon.
On every television screen,
On every radio channel,
And on every website.
We are inundated
Drop by drop.
resigned to our fates.
We must take after our beloved Mother,
To persist in spite of all hysteria.
We are the cure for the disease.
Take heart and carry on.
Remember that fear is manmade.