This earth, does it succumb to pressure
shouldering infinite tons of weight?
Our mother is she vindictive
for the shelter she provides the human race?
Taken for granted, appreciation unspoken.

As the steel around us buckles and darkness ensues.
And do we pause to think
before breaking new ground,
that perhaps our structures scraping sky
could crumble all around and upon us with the slightest shift?
Quakes from down below.
As the steel around us buckles and darkness ensues.