To whom does it belong ?

Rustic Luwang
I was young, the smell of puberty was absent,
I believed my mother was mine only,
To which I often argue with my siblings,
If only 'mine' was absent, it would have been,
A peaceful evening resting on my mother’s lap.

The night was dark, but the houses were lighted
Each fighting for a piece of land, clearly not theirs
Oh Generous! Leave some of it, for Mother Earth
The spirit of concordance had gone deep sleep
Leaving alone to enjoy the lights of moonless night

When fools spell, 'we' become 'I' and 'mine'
The spring will be absent in the Giant’s garden
And winter will lie eternally, beautiful snowfall
But no children to play around, everything’s still
Was it build to play around or to clash communal ?