Bleeding

The soil is bleeding,
The spirits are pleading,
Would anyone up in Heaven listen
To the cries and whispers
Of a forsaken heartbroken mother.

It's an open wound,
Infected by rust and resistant viruses.
It's a stormy sea,
Crashing its waves on our doorsteps
As heavy windy rains
Invade our homes.

Where is safety?
Does security exist on Earth?