Badlands

I am currently traveling past a mining operation and feel I should jot down my thoughts in the form of this short poem.

Black with smoke, laden in dust,
The lands and greenery, sharing no lust;
The lands not far from a black burnt crust,
Less like nature, more like rust.

Our cars zoom past, these now barren lands,
Ever shrinking life, ever expanding sands;
A moment of reflection, this sight does offer,
As does the indifferent, face of my chauffer;
How come have we, as children of the Earth,
Turned callous to these lands, which has given us birth;
Not much can I say, while travelling in a car,
Its making this car, that leads to landscape scar;
A green feathered bird, spreads its wings,
In its flight, our human hope clings;
Fly sweet bird, symbolic is your strife,
And stop these badlands, from spreading to our life.

Reviews

[Lauren Fisher]

Beautiful. The message is clear from the start but has many layers. I love the part where you say 'less like nature, more like rust'. Not only does it rhyme and go with the theme, but it makes total sense. Rust is considered cancer to many man made things, like boats, cars, bikes, and humans are essentially Earth's cancer.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A wonderful great creative environmentalist poem, I heartily share your views on how technology is also polluting the Eco system. U wrote in a powerful way. I wish we could be riding horses than these fast cars. Kudos.

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[Taino]

Very well written. We see the damage that has been done, we shake ours in disbelief, yet are we part of the problem? You said it very well: "Its making this car, that leads to landscape scar". Are we willing to make sacrifices to prevent more damage upon this sweet Earth? Once the damage begins, what else will be doomed? But you end with hope, the color green which (to me) symbolizes life with it's strength and perseverance. Awesome job!