Drowning in poison!
The poison crew ahead of me,
The path and meadows spray,
To keep the bug at bay,
Their faces hidden by the mist,
No name I find, they’re incognito,
The bug they’re spraying, the mosquito,
Why I wonder if this is legal,
I find dead birds aside the road,
And here and there a frog and toad,
And later still a taller tale,
A crane its neck deformed,
And fishes, beaches stormed,
And now at sunset all is quiet,
No hooting from the tree tops house,
No squirrels stir, or little mouse,
I wonder why, that those, who poison,
The path to other life,
Rest ease at home; bring others so much strife,
The species only kind,
No courage has, to have a name,
No courage has, to take the blame,
The low life now, have killed by far,
Yet, the high life will soon follow,
Their poisons too, will reach their hollow,
And as I walk just one more time,
A poison path ahead of me,
Dead every flea and bee,
Death all around, no joy to walk I find,
Lay down with all that’s been,
And close mine eyes, how we could be so mean?
28/06/2008
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Georg
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Edwin
A poison path ahead of me,
Dead every flea and bee...
I've loved walking, and exploring, my entire life, but these days, as I walk, and I stare, and I cringe, all I see is more death and destruction of our once glorious god-given natural world, and it's all supposedly in the name of 'progress.'
And I truly wonder why it had to be this way. But I've sadly concluded that it will just get worse and worse now, as time marches on, and we 'progress' to the point that nothing of what once was, remains.