Earth Tragedy

Lost Woods


It was lovely, no giant redwoods there,
But weeds, cactus, yucca,
Still it was lovely, with secret paths,
And pocket meadows, that were known to few,
But someone owned the land,
Decided that green trees and plants,
Were not as important as green money,
And sold it to a company to build stores,
Now there is only a hole in the ground,
All the beauty is gone, 
All we have is a memory.


The Destroyers


We have been hit with a dreadful blight,
Called "Forum Disease",
It mows down trees like grass,
Destroying habitats, leaving birds and animals bereft,
The land is barren wasteland, beauty lost,
The cause, an application of green backs,
Applied indiscriminately to wide areas,
As a supposed improvement of the local area,
The disease has been a destroyer instead.


A Call to the Past


I mourn, I mourn, for all the earth,
And all the people of the earth,
For all living and non-living things of the earth,
For it is being desroyed and no one seems to care.


So I call to you who have gone ahead,
To speak to those still here in flesh,
Send them dreams, terrible, horrific dreams,
To wake their consciences, but if they have none,
Waken them to a conscience.


You who have gone ahead
Surely have no greed or hatred,
Need no position, status or clan rivalry,
Teach in dreams how useless these things are.


Speak in dreams to those who,
At sometime held you in honor,
Let them know that honor is better than wealth,
That their children of the future,
Will be more grateful for a living earth
Then for title, positon or great wealth.


So, I call to you, since those who are here
At present, who try to waken people,
Have been reviled, ignored or taunted,
For willling to care.


I mounr, I mourn, so I call to you,
Will you answer to help the earth
And the people?