I'm dying. Murdered by my own children. It's a slow, agonizing death. But my screams go unheard in the dark.

Over time, my children have forgotten to listen to me, to hear my voice. I could tell you so much more than that. Even if I don't have much time left.
They are dead silent. Don't want to see, hear or talk about it. Nobody wants to admit it. The mighty among you do not want to admit it. All the mistakes they made and still make. They are simply swept under the rug.

Nobody can remember it anymore. Nobody but me.
I've seen you take your first steps in this new, completely unknown world.
With big eyes, full of curiosity, you went your own way, you developed further.

It is true that you have seen many terrible things. You have survived countless wars and disasters. But again and again you got up, looked ahead, regardless of what was behind you.But now ... instead of helping each other, you kill each other! What shoud that? You are sisters and brothers! A family! Something like that mustn't happen! Wake up at last!
But my pleading fades into the night.

Judging by my life, yours is only the blink of an eye. Maybe that's why you don't want to admit it. Do you think that once you've gone I'm none of your business? I am your mother! I brought you out. You and so many others. The ability to think logically and to adapt has brought you many advantages over your sisters and brothers. Finally start using your gifts properly.
But nobody answers my prayer.

Maybe you can find a cure for your sick mother.
Against the poison that eats into my body. Slow and creeping.
Against the dirty air that threatens to suffocate us all. Excruciating and painful.
Against your own stupidity that obscures your thoughts.Like sweet wine.
I had taken precautions. I had medicine for you against every disease and every suffering. But you were blind, did not want to recognize my gifts.

I keep sending you warnings. But only a few understand them now.
Can't you hear me anymore? I'm talking to you guys. Every day. You just have to listen.
My voice is the wind.
My tears are the rain
My laugh, the babbling brooks.
My anger, the rumble of thunder, the twitching lightning, the roaring sea.
Or ... have you forgotten? Forgot to listen to your mother's voice?

Do you understand it now? You, my youngest children, will be my undoing. But I love you; until the last. As much as only a mother can love.

My life span is coming to an end. I am in unspeakable pain.

However, my screams go unheard.