Wildworld Poem by Denis Martindale

The dream commenced as darkest night,
Yet dawn was drawing near
And suddenly wildworld was bright,
A jungle to appear...
And in its midst, were dinosaurs,
The mighty, great and small,
With frightening teeth and vicious claws,
Upon them, one and all...

Then savages were plainly seen,
Tattoos upon each face,
Like ancient tribesmen, strong and mean,
Without a trace of grace...
Dark eyes, dark hearts, dark souls within,
As if they thought as one,
United just like kith and kin,
Beneath that golden sun...

And I saw rubies, silver, gold,
Adorning necks and arms,
With talismans so cruel, so cold,
As if like evil charms...
And suddenly the maidens came,
With flowers in their hair,
As if to say, life's just a game,
Yet I chose to take care...

A mist arose, each vanished fast,
The timeline then advanced,
Such that the years were quickly past,
With fleeting clouds that danced...
Then I observed the modern day,
A billion homes and more,
The jungle gone, nought but decay,
Rich men thrilled to the core...

For Man has tools that saw and cut,
Some drill and some explode,
And so long gone's each tree and hut,
Each primitive abode...
'What is this, Lord? ' I asked Him straight,
'This is Man's human heart...'
And I perceived a sin so great
That tears this world apart...

The creatures in the trees were gone,
The plants were crushed to dust,
No more to rise and carry on,
The emblems of mistrust...
Yet there's one remnant humbled child,
Still praying on his knees,
No more so reckless, sinful, wild,
'Return, Lord Jesus... please...'


Denis Martindale, copyright September 2014.

The poem is about Man's destruction
of this world's resources on a scale
never seen before, such that what is
devoured may never be replaced in
time and it is therefore for this urgent
reason, the child prays, believing only
the return of the Lord Jesus Christ
can reverse what the greed of Man
caused at the expense of God's world.