What Inheritance ?
Like a granny dressed in a shawl
With flannel gown washed thin as lace
Were the clouds on this July morn_curtain call
To the human race by expression on face
Sad they were from seeing the human race
As humans are raping the land, sea, and plundering
Space, leaving exhaust all over the place
For future generations who inherit the blundering
Garbage mountains, oily seas, dead birds, filthy beach
With just a little thought and care from people
This sphere could be renewed and saved __a peach
A peach of a place to leave preserved green ample
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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