The Ugly Truth
Riches
Rampant beneath
The surface, a body
Dressed in curves, hard edges, and sea
Bounty.
Goodness
That is needed
By the masses, a gift,
Yet used for self gain carelessly
A rift.
By those
Who pursue greed
Seeking gains and power
Without the checks and balance of
Nature.
We see
The ugly truth
Over the globe, high bill
Of disasters and waste so crude
Oil Spills.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.29.10
For the Team Poetry Soup contest.
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2010
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