Mother Earth cries out from hundreds of years of pain and descreation.  Her tears have become acid rain and her voice as restless as the wind.  She shivers and the ants cry out, their many castles crumbling to the ground.  No one gives thanks for anything.  She hears only the curses, the anger and the greed of the ants.  She cries out once more because her love for the ants had been rejected.  Sadness pierces her heart as she comes to realize that she is losing the war.

     The ants do not care, they have no compassion as they burrow under her skin.  The plague of her pains of being eaten alive from the inside out have lessened over time but have not stopped.   The hairs upon her head are still cut and destroyed.  She grows weaker and she tries to demonstrate her anger by fighting back.  It does no good.  The ants eat on.

     Fire rises from her angered belly.  She spews up red acid flames over the surface of her skin.  The ants scatter, terrified of her wrath.  Some of the ants die in the river of fire.  Even as her anger subsides, the ants return.  They have learned nothing!  The scabs left behind are now being chipped away piece by piece.  The ants poke, prod, scrape and examine her wounds with little or no regard for her feelings.  The ants are only curious and wish to learn what lies beneath her skin.  Nothing is sacred to the ants.  They fail to heed her warnings once again.

     Mother Earth becomes feverish.  Most of the ants ignore the rising temperature, going about the daily routine in the colony in which they live.  They carry on in the same fashion as they always have lived.  She knows the ants are colonies of destruction but had held out hope of living in harmony with them.  She loved them and would have provided everything they could have possibly wanted.  Now she is incapable of doing so.  Greed has blinded the industrial ants to her beauty and her love for them.

     Some of the ants have raised complaints against the attack on her but they are too few and therefore are ignored.  They wish only to heal Mother Earth but their voices are lost in the din of greed from the mass majorities.  The caring ants are too late to do nothing more then watch as her tears dry up, her skin dries out and cracks open.  They see her struggling to survive.

     Time has grown short.  Mother Earth is dying.  The greedy ants are winning the battle of wills.  Sadly she sits and waits for death to take her away from all the pain.  It won’t be long now.  The ants have removed most of her internal healing agents.  She slowly transforms from youthful beauty into an old hag with the death rattle soundly in her chest.  She gasps for breath but the stench of toxins in the air only make her cough worse.  It’s time.  She releases the last of her fury in all forms of nature.

     The ants have won!