The works of man, o builders,
are smothering our planet,
suffocating the surface
with endless coats of concrete,
denying respiration,
yet expecting survival.
Toxins pollute the land,
poison the air,
sterilize the seas.
Those who care,
hoping our children
will have a future,
bravely raise their voices,
but are thoroughly stifled
by the confusing clamor
broadcasted daily
by the servants of profit
to distract us from tomorrows.
Depredation
featured in the poetry forum January 11, 2012 :: 0 commentsWe thought we heard something here, but the TV was loud and there was a commercial about something we want. Now we’ve forgotten both, damn! – mh