A dream inspired this poem |
When I was a child in the sixties there was a commercial on tv of an indian warrior, he paddled his canoe to the bank of a lake and as he approached he saw all the filth that was littering his native land......the camera panned to his face and we all watched as we saw a tear run down his cheek........ one night I dreamed I was he... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** OUR DISPOSABLE WORLD Things we are led to believe Are also things meant to deceive Disposable diapers, where do they go Laying there dormant forever we know Razors , lighters and aerosol cans Those things produced by metal hands Plastic surrounds us in daily abuse Whatever happened to refills and reuse? Plastics and polys the ultimate creation Causing all this disposable sensation Abuse and misuse these things overlook How many trees die to make a book? We drain Mother Earth more and more We turn her into nothing but a whore 10,000 trees cut down, sentenced to die Sunday edition NY Times comes alive Once it's used we throw it away Although it remains day after day This is our disposable Earth Without any hope for rebirth... Cigarette butts hurled to and fro I’m just as guilty of this I know Trade offs and sacrifices made by and by As I look around a tear comes to my eye... |