As the oceans acidify
Then die
Caustic seas, will rise
Flooding high
Blood will flow, from the raging skies
And righteous eyes
Prayers on the wind, lost souls cried
Asking why
Hot as the Sun
Burning down
Desertification, has begun
Baking ground
Soil to dust, the earth undone
Death’s harvest, is sown
Come to claim, the unwary ones
Until the last, of the oil is found
Slashed and burnt
Spoils of, deforestation
Wrought the living emerald, from the earth
Wreakers of, devastation
What is the world worth?
There will be, retaliation
To preserve, the miracle of birth
We shall have, retribution
Mankind is the only true virus of this, and to this planet. We take, take, and take some more without any regards as to what our actions are doing. Only when it becomes a life threatening and imperative situation do we even begin to do anything to offset, and balance out what has been done...and continues. We have choices and alternatives to our current ways. Without much change or interruption of conveniences that we are use to. A little change makes a big difference. Unfortunately, the big dollars does not accept any change...
Excellent work of art, here. An Outstanding statement and call for change! Keep of your most Talented
work!
I will never understand. Old teddy would roll over in his grave. Bush and Obama took the protection away from the natural parks and resources. I believe we have fool's or men lead by greed running this government. We need water, food and air to survive. Don't protect Mother nature. Man will pay for his deeds and waste. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote
There's a lot of power and anger built up in this poem. Quite honestly, I felt really bad about what mankind has been doing to Earth after reading this. You brought out true remorse and disappointment with your words, which many poets (including me) dream about doing. Your ability to create strong emotions when you write gives you he power to change the world with your words if you so choose to do so. Your writing never ceases to amaze me, and I can't wait to read more of your work in the future.
Write on.
-Solitude
Indeed you're poems are lyrical. These things that you dazzingly described are reality (it scares me!). Your poetry is a strong wake up call for those who read it.
Very vivid imagery especially at the beginning, but all the way through the poem as well. There was a lot of anger in it, but it was more righteous fury and frustration at the current state of things. There's a lot of passion in this, and I wonder if you will do more than just write. Although, there have been times when writing has been enough, but I personally don't think this is one of them.
big dollars, nice
reminded me of Big Money by Rush
and thanks for the great compliment, especially since i thought of the first few lines while at work
suffice it to say, it was a slow night
Mankind is the only true virus of this, and to this planet. We take, take, and take some more without any regards as to what our actions are doing. Only when it becomes a life threatening and imperative situation do we even begin to do anything to offset, and balance out what has been done...and continues. We have choices and alternatives to our current ways. Without much change or interruption of conveniences that we are use to. A little change makes a big difference. Unfortunately, the big dollars does not accept any change...
Excellent work of art, here. An Outstanding statement and call for change! Keep of your most Talented
work!
I'm a self-taught, unpublished speculative literature writer.
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