the mother at the end

One of the (many) poems that I feel describe the time we're in would be this poem I found in a collection. . It's quite dark, but the ending, I feel, gives us hope. All we have is hope, and that's what keeps us going.  

"Mother" by Teresa E. Gallion 

Man is the cruelest animal 

addicted to power and greed. 

We actually believe we can control nature. 

We drill, we dig, we cut, we frack endlessly

across the earth. Mother continues 

to cry from the pain of abuse. 

Species are dying, trees are disappearing, 

glaciers retreating, water overburdened

with pollution, air becoming dirty. 

Hearts continue to beat in denial. 

Nature will dump us in the fires of doom. 

Here the healing from bad man voodoo begins. 

Mountains, meadows and grasslands

hang on, waiting for the good news. 

Mother will survive us all.