Green
the moon
the skies
these distant things
that have our eyes
we should adjust
our gaze
end our unjust
ways
limited
are our final days
look around
focus down
or in the earth's rath
we will drown
technology proud
egotistic and loud
our nature
to over-croud
toxic pollution
no action towards solution
the food chain needs
a new revolution
for all these years
earth met life's every need
but it can't keep up
with human greed
we'll graze it down
to the very last seed
Copyright © Bob Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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