An Alien Abroad

An Alien abroad. Another pondering by Michele Angell I see you have made more changes, wherever I seem to roam, To this beautifully landscaped place you lovingly call home, It is certainly more efficient, with countless new inventions, And I know you want the best, but not always with good intentions. The wood for building looks stunning, the slate tiles are wonderful too, The open log fires in the lounges, keep you warm in the winters so blue. The furniture has lots of style, cushions plump and good for a nap, The cupboards, the carpet, the bedding, a wonderful artistic trap. But now it’s time to stop, to think about what you have done, To ask yourself, if what you have, isn’t damaging someone. The forests which supply your wood, is disappearing fast, Slate quarries opening up the ground, with holes so vast That machines with their dirty engines, noise and pollution Can work non stop, for your new decorating solution. Nearly everything man made, has planetary destruction, It seems so wrong, so thoughtless, here’s my deduction - MY species is planet wise, where we use only what we need, I won’t ever be back until you stop killing the Earth with your greed.