Mother
O mother
You are denied
Your bounty is raped
Away
Life
Is nothing
Nor beauty either
Only the money matters
Now
Nature
Is doomed
For man’s greed
All else is spurned
Ignored
Listen
The birds
Are silent now
No food, no nest
Emptiness
See
Open pits
To the bowels
Entrails ripped, torn apart
Progress
October 6, 2018 at 11:16 pm
Graphic and, unfortunately, very applicable to the time we’re living in. Progress shouldn’t destroy. It should repair, change things for the better, and heal.
Good luck on the rest of your OctPoWriMo poems!
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October 6, 2018 at 11:36 pm
Many thanks and yes, you are so right. Progress should be just that, not a slide backwards to destruction
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