Us. Poem by dave lessard

We have met the enemy and he is us,
polluters of the land, the air and sea;
what the hell is wrong with us?
tell me, it can't be only me.

I can't be the only one to witness,
the rape of the beauty of the land;
for profit and for greed they lust
turned to perversion by our hand.

The city's a jungle full of rot,
crime is rampant in the streets;
people walk on by without a smile,
fearful of the thugs that they might meet.

The water now, is not fit to drink,
the scars of mining mar the views;
where is the cultivation taking place?
the Eden that our first parents knew?

We've gone our way and scoffed at God,
while the morals of our people shrink;
while the downfall continues on and on,
no matter what some people say or think.