Natures death is our fault

This space

That we call ours

Is dying

Dying like the forests we cut

Like the reservoirs we destroy

 

We’re complain about the end

This global warming

That we created

WE created the end

 

We will end all of nature

All our happiness will leave

And all the pain will return

 

We can stop this

We can stop

But the powers that be

Won’t let us

 

There’s no money to be made in nature

And no happiness to be made in money

Reviews

[HopelesslyDevoted]

interesting and true

[BloodyRabbit]

I totally agree with the last verse :) great poem!

[M.Babu]

'We’re complain about the end' Typo here---> 'complaining' maybe? or 'we' instead of 'we're'

Aside from that i loved this piece. Left me thinking about it.

Loved this line:

"There’s no money to be made in nature
And no happiness to be made in money"

Nature itself is taken for granted and those who reap from it depreciate it's very purpose. The paradox of nature and money hit me as ingenious my friend. This is a knack of greatness i see from you. Very different and unique from the pieces i expect from you.

I want more pieces like this!

#Dead with envy

Good job

[iamkim]

nice one! and yeah i agree, as we continue the advancements we have nowadays, mother nature weeps because of not treating her right. tsk!

[CookieMonster♥&h..]

i luv it

[Michael Morris]

i like the spoken word feel to the poem, the anger undertone, got to like anger

[Brad]

that is one heavy statement...whoah

[Skoo.]

This is awesome :D
AND YOU MENTIONED TREEEES :D (kinda) xD
I actually love this, especially the last bit.
Good write Shmerbz (: xx