The Real Concern

If human race is the best of the creatures
Why? It is showing the worst of the features

Man boasts of his great inventions
That were made out of scientific intentions
But he has never thought their aftermath
And caused a concern for all the generations

Machines and factories he invented
And like a crazy senseless he erected
Everywhere without thinking
What to do with the waste going to be generated

Almost all the scientific creations
Are giving to Nature the worst demolitions
And nobody ever thinks of harms
Unless they become uncontrolled demons

My real concern is what we are going to gift
Our coming generations with this reckless shift
More polluted environment, more dirty earth
And overall lack of life giving moral lift
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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June 6, 2014 at 8:01 AM
That is sad but true. If one had thought about the aftermath, it didn't bother them to stop them from the destruction. Your poem is well said, well thought out and does make the reader ponder, and feel a bit guilty, well done. thanks for sharing :)
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