Can we EVEN change the future,
Can we EVEN become our past,
Can we EVEN keep our planet,
From becoming a barren wasteland,
For our progeny to live to the last...
Will we EVEN live to achieve this fruition,
Will we EVEN see in our times a realization,
Of our world becoming one with peace,
Of our earth EVEN becoming less than a cheap piece...
Will our oceans ever EVEN again be clean,
Will our glaciers re-grow EVEN a little,
Will our trees become rich and thick EVEN partly like they were,
Will mankind EVEN become partly one with our earth,
Will we ever, EVEN, live again in a clean scene...?
ed ~ 5/19/10
Mother Earth can be such a Mean Momma!
Georg
Peace,
Dayvid
fee
Cheers,
Dan
And as our human population now soars ever higher and higher, we are now rapidly becoming like locusts, greedily devouring everything left on this planet. I truly feel for that concerned young boy in my poem, today.