I See Easter Is On the Horizon

Good things will grow, from planting healthy seeds, Bad things develop, when we start to pay no heed, Grains grew and flourished, filling up our fields, Why oh why, did we cut down all the trees, To move giant statues, in honor of our dead, We needed so much wood, to build rollers and sleds, Competition grew between us, megalomania spread, Statues got bigger, along with enormous heads. Soil started to vanish, every time it rained, No trees to absorb, through porous rock it drained, Harvests failed, our children starved in vain, Battles broke out, opposing clans where blamed. Hard times came upon us, diseases ensued, Cannibals emerged, in search of meaty food, Sought solace in our statues, they remained unmoved, Gaze fixated on the ocean, behind landscape in denude. Easter Island remains a lesson, not to trust mankind, A microcosm of our planet, when nature’s undermined, Even as I write this poem, earth’s being redesigned, Chimneys our new statues, spewing filth into the clime. Ice sheets are melting, forests are burning wild, Sea levels rising, with each and every tide, Population’s growing, while reserves are in decline, Will we heed the warnings, of course when out of time.