'Symmetry of Death'

In the perfect symmetry of our world,

Every turning moment

There's tears raining down,

For what we do

The skies are burning,

The icebergs where polar bears watch

Their world melt away

Flows a melody of silent sorrow

To the great whales who die,

Tangled and tortured

In the nets and garbage,

From our uncaring lives

To the tiny bees buzzing,

Before the flowers die

In the rain of chemical annihilation,

That flows from us

The very air that coats the earth,

In waves of glistening oil

From cars and stacks,

In the deadened streets where lonely people lie

As we kneel in churches and pray,

For peace as we wage the war

Against all existence,

The hymns of death we do not hear

©Mary Cecil