Pollution, a Protest
Into the murky depths, I ponder
From another bank a pebble falls
I blink, to block it out
My mind flashes back again
Back to when the fish could breathe
Animals could live in peace
Couples could walk in a park
Of trees and not of concrete
Oh Man, what life is this?
That kills the things that feed
What price must we pay
When even our own lives are threatened
What hope does the future hold?
How dare we hope?
When we destroy others and ourselves
For ‘Survival’, ‘Freedom’, ‘Peace’
Not ‘Greed’, ‘Power’, ‘Pride’
And so, the lies continue
And one by one each species dies
Until at last – Man
Who, having killed all source of food
And so, these last remains
Of what was once a sea
Becomes a void of life and movement
As the ripples stop
But my thoughts linger. I ask
Can we hope to live?
And what is left
To live for?
Very thoughtful, and a good control of the verse form. Well done. For the magazine?
I don’t remember being this miserable at school. I LIKED school. I was a contented child. I came from a ‘broken’ home, I guess, but I never felt it like that.