hail to the fables of humanity
fall's bounty in a jar of rampent misuse
spoon fed from birth
the mountain stream
now so muddy and polluted
with the negatives of man's most dismal
delights
war
poverty
mistrust
urban sprawl
and the greatest evil of the era
neglect of the spirit
a frenzy erupting
in disruptive despair
man is forever the slave to
what his greed can manufacture
rational is but an inside excuse used
to alter each obvious wrong
until it brews out whats felt to be
unacceptable
still
the conscience always knows the literal truth...
man is lethal to his enviroment
sitting in his new home
encased in walls
made from trees that lay butchered
at the ready of his own kind's profiting
hands
thinking to himself how the world is so beautiful
sure it is
to us
the animals living and extinct though
if given the voice would loudly growl
out their angry disagreement
(written May 1,2004 130pm)
Thanks for reading my work. I would like to say that I think the darkness of this piece is quietly overpowered by the light of its ending. well done.
"Them Thar Hills".... now that's good!