A poem about environmental destruction. |
We poison our air with our industry We ruin our water with our junk With our trash we destroy our forestry On our power we seem to be drunk I wonder if you can realize The extent to which you have destroyed The nature you tend to idealize Has become utterly devoid. The creatures that once roamed the undergrowth Have vanished into the night And although you are welcome to try both Neither science nor magic can undo your blight You preserve the waterfalls and the rivers The mountains and the canyons Yet of the area around you conserve only slivers Not grasping that they are companions Nature is not just a thing It’s a system- infinitely complex To one part you cannot just cling For all other aspects it effects You seem to be utterly ignorant You think the earth is a toy for your play You don’t understand just how brilliant It can be to see the flying bird-of-prey I wish I could make you see I wish I could pound into your head At least to some tolerable degree That destruction does not stop but will spread It’s easy for you to justify Killing just one little plant But each strike against nature will intensify Extinction’s merciless chant One day you will arise Looking forward to the new day And suddenly you will be shocked with surprise When you realize it’s all gone away There will be no more lakes you can play in No more grass in which to roll All you’ll be left with is ripped animal skin And it will be time to worry about population control With ruined dirt and ruined life Good luck attempting to survive Exist in a world full of tumultuous strife I don’t think you’ll continue to strive If you take charge now and try to fix the past I’ll give you one last chance to change You may beat back your own bomb blast If you fail you will be stepping in your own firing range. |