Eyes to the sky, frozen lashes protecting and denying
The beauty that harasses the landscape, crying ice.
Waiting for the break in the clouds
That allows for us to take in the wake
Of an apathetic Mothers blanket.
Four wheeled ignorance careens across the distance,
Tyre-peeled pavement revealed in checkered grayscale.
Her gifts and burns are hard to discern;
Natures frosty bard wants us to learn
That humankind will be left behind.
Laugh and play, complain away the day;
It doesn't matter to that bitch.
Enjoy it or annoyed by it;
She doesn't care either way.
Protected from the elements, bundled in metaphors,
Our mother wont acknowledge us, we're considered mere sediment
At the bottom of a barrel called Earth.
The forgotten apparel that saw no worth
From a woman who gave us birth.
SNOW!! 'n shit.
