The winds wouldn’t blow

I gave you the riches,
I gave you the fuel,
I gave you a planet to share with the others,
But all you wanna do is kill and rule….
Pillage and rape,
Contort my beautiful form,
Into some ugly disfigured shape.
Leaving me Poisoned and polluted,
Too toxic to touch even when cleansed and diluted….

Survival doesn’t seem enough,
You always wanting more,
With all your bickering and hating,
You’re pushing me near to starting my own kinda war..
Is that what you want?
Haven’t you witnessed my power?
Or do you still assume all I can do is cause a hail shower?

I hope not,
Cos you’d be wrong,
My wrath would be devastating,
Severe and strong,
Your existence would be finished,
As I acted upon my growing suspicion that your stay on this planet has gone on too long…

Hurricanes, tornadoes,
Volcanic eruptions and earthquakes,
Maybe you’ll start respecting my worth,
When the lava is flowing and the ground beneath your feet shakes….