Hath Thy Blackened Heart Replaced Blood With Stone

Hath Thy Blackened Heart Replaced Blood With Stone Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight seeking to cover day by dark of night Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown, slash and burn forests in thy awful greed deny future generations its seeds. Horrific grey ashen ground, burned out roots heedless, needless trampling by human boots No more, shall birds nest in its high covers or it shade hidden romance of lovers, hath thy blackened heart replaced blood with stone and soul wed itself to money alone? As thy life's walk leads to malignant seas heed thee not, Nature's cries about its trees Does thy life dwell in great and soundless pits where joy is measured in mad raving fits, of lusts, ever craving for more and more and widespread destruction from shore to shore? Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight seeking to cover day by dark of night Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown, slash and burn forests in thy awful greed deny future generations its seeds. Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2017 (Nature poem, written as requested my poetess friend)