Christopher Berry Poet Rhyme

I Speak For

Forsaken are the dying trees,
Poisoned skies and barren land,
The wilting plants and lonely bees,
Who cannot take a stand

To wage a war against the thieves
Taking life to meet demand;
Each rolling down their dirtied sleeves
To hide their bloody hand

In matters far beyond repent;
Lives unable to withstand
Their broken homes and the ill intent
That spread from rock to sand.

So now I speak for all the trees,
All the grounds that they had spanned,
The septic skies, dejected bees,
And all the deaths unplanned

That came as a result of greed;
I speak for the voiceless land,
And surely ever-growing need
To stop and take a stand.

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 18, 2012 at 6:49 AM Congratulations on your poem making it through round one of the PoetrySoup International Poetry Contest. I wish you the best in the finals Christopher. Love, Carol

Black Eyed Susan July 17, 2012 at 11:02 AM I like your title reference to the lorax and the stand you yourself take just in writing this. it's very powerful. I hadn't even planned on commenting right now, but your poem urged me to. congrats on it being featured this week! Christopher Berry July 17, 2012 at 7:17 PM Thank you so much for the kind words. =)

Varville Scott November 4, 2011 at 7:52 PM Nice quatrains Christopher Berry November 4, 2011 at 8:51 PM Thank You. It somehow just flowed perfectly on my first draft.

Dan Kearley November 4, 2011 at 6:18 PM Very nice! I recently wrote something called The Things I See. It kinda hits the same nerve.