You wouldn't write a song and not ask a voice to share.
A balloon's a useless thing if you don't fill it with air.
We wouldn't make a hammer for a nail not to be hit
And who would craft a chair, then allow no one to sit
in it.
The crafting of this Earth followed logic of the same
With all conditions set just right for life to stake its claim
The other planets not designed or destined for this use
Then how could we, the most evolved, bombarded it with obtuse
abuse.
We use up its resources at a rate it can't sustain.
Its spells its sad prognosis but too slowly we refrain.
We watch the species dwindle, as we hog the crafted chair.
And our tone deaf ears kill nature's song with notes that simply are
not there.
Nature filled balloons with breathe of life that we pollute.
It almost seems at self destruction, we are resolute.
But worldly goods won't be redundant if we run our course.
Hammer will nail the coffin shut, too late to act on
our remorse.
Well said Stevie. I sometimes think that mankind is evolving in reverse.
Well penned - you may like to read mine entitled I'm Sure I Heard The Earth Cry, also a lament for our abused planet
Couldn't agree more. But it's amazing how many don't agree at all. Doubt if being religious would help, anyway. There are probably too many people who think praying will get us out of it.
Interesting questions you raise and I admit I had to smile and chuckle all the way through this one. Now that you have asked the questions, I can assure you that there are actually reasonable answers. I do so hope that you do the research and find the amazing answers. Read mine – An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric – Adeline
always too few of people who say sensible things nice work ciao f.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful write simoly