A world in dark recovers, slowly, from the poison blast
Survivors are emerging from below the ground at last
A raped and ravaged Mother Earth cries in shades of grey
For lands of green and gold, forgotten memories, this day
Nervously, the people tread upon her hardened ground
Uncertainly, they cast around, so many questions sound:
Will revenge be hers or will she take their pleading hands,
Leading them to peace and joy in growing, new born lands?
Must they pay the price or will their children bear the cost?
Will Mother Earth rejuvenate, replacing all she lost?
Quietly, the gentle beat of Mother's earthen heart
Pulses with forgiveness in a mark of Heaven's art
Silently, their eyes are turned towards the leaden sky
Reverence and hope embracing all in her reply:
On wings of doves a rainbow sent from Mother by God's hand,
Pours its seven shades of faith upon their new born land
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