All chunks of Mother Earth —

fertile or wild,

snowcapped or arid,

covered by air or by water,

one’s own or snatched from others,

have become people’s

motherland or fatherland.

People guard these chunks by

giving their lives and taking other’s

as respectable people do

while defending their honour.

For this,

they are suitably rewarded

in their afterlife with benefits

that can only be imagined.

But the Mother Earth herself

seem to have become

a lonely widow in her prime —

with no protector, son or daughter

to look after her.

And men,

having secured their afterlife,

play with her, as they do

with any beautiful and delicate

un-protected widow.