We Are All MurderersA Poem by Jane Doe
Strike the bells,
At half past three, Hark natures choir, And then listen to me. Listen to the trees sing along, Leaves rustling high and low, Hear how birds chirp out of tune, It's a present from the world wrapped in a bow. Details float around you, But you're too consumed to see, To blind with electronics, From gaming systems to caller I.D. You hear not how the trees beg, Not you, Elizabeth, not even Jim, Pleading for their survival day after day, As your workers, or parents, or children slaughter them. You hear not the turtle and fish choking, Silently they wept, Deep below, in the depths, crying, Till they sunk lower to their deaths. Stop harming your home, Stop killing innocent creatures, How is that we aren't in jail? We are all, though some are hidden, murders. You kill the ocean, He kills the animals, stealing hay,bails and bails! Yet she kills the people, And only she is put in jail. They die quiet and out of sight, But only she is deemed wrong, While the rest of you creep quietly, Replacing your mask on your face and carrying on. © 2013 Jane DoeAuthor's Note
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Added on November 16, 2013Last Updated on November 16, 2013 Tags: Murder, ecofriendly, death, despair, ecosystem, earth, go green or go home AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
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