Benevolence

Does the creator blame herself,
When we draw our weapons,
Fight battles over the pettiest of things,
And befoul her lands,
Does she feel responsible,
For all the destruction we carry,
When we steal, we burn, we kill?
Does she feel impotent,
When what she gives is plenty,
Yet always less.
Could she have given up on us?
No, she still looks after us, right?
She must be tired of answering to our greed,
She must be so wary of us,
But she still holds hope, right?
Or has she reached the limits of her benevolence?