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Each waking moment became a waiting moment
We would wait
We would watch her slip from an abundant life to an abating life
From life to a near-death mode
And from a near-death mood back to a near-life state…and back
We would wait…patiently, to welcome her back
Anticipating life from a near-life state to a full life
But she would slip through our careful watch
And slip back to a near-death regime, a blackout
Each time we had rekindled her heart for resuscitation
She had suffered a relapse
She had sunk into a worse state than that last time
She had relapsed into a state of torpor
She had slumped into a stagnating stupor
Our hope for her recovery tragically dashed
Each remedy there were, we made available
Any remedy, any therapy
They were made ready
As long as there was a hint of life
But no remedy woven for her brought her back to full life
What diagnosis was not done
What prognosis was not proven
What remedy
What therapy…was not given
She continued to refuse to respond to treatment
She continued to lie comatose
Now we know not what we ought to do
Now we know not what dose to infuse
Our hands are dropping off
Our hearts are without love
Our tears are not enough
Our fears have overtaken our dreams
Our feet have developed cold coals
So who would take her off our life-support system
Who would hasten her into her eternal rest
Who would break her bones
Tear her up in the sinews
For Mother Earth to suffer a sudden heartbreak
For the sudden death of Mother Earth
Who would push the last nail into her coffin
Who would end the suffering
Her suffering, our suffering
The suffering siblings
The suffering masses
The suffering generations
Who would rush her into the abyss
Into her eternal sleep
Who?
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