Shed a Tear
Once jungle soil is bled dry,
crops fail; more rainforests die.
And since we have learned to fly,
birds no longer fill the sky.
It certainly doesn't seem right
that geese get shot in mid-flight.
And what about the whale's plight,
defenseless in all its might?
Toxic filth pollutes our air,
coating cities bleak and bare.
And those that say we should care;
search for love that isn't there.
Mourn the loss of things so dear,
open your eyes; shed a tear.
For life may soon disappear
from rivers, once crystal clear.
Like pawns in a game of chess,
our dreams, it seems, are worth less.
And with the world under stress,
we cannot escape our mess.
(Rhyme)
8/23/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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