the woods don't care when we burn each other

as long as we don't ignite them with us as the second mother

her as a philanthropist

to serve us with air and in all allusiveness

asks to give us back what she gifted us with

no flicker but the breather of a kith

so don't hurt her

in any war that'd only define that we are

as any children

inferior - even as a billion

next to one when we prove who we are in the way we are killing