Let us write to future generations
About the loss of nature
When a scarcity of creature
Is like an echo from a building site
When they are all lined up in the firing line
And you see their eyes shining in the dark
When an arm of fire sweeps over them
Or the polluted air fells them like dolls in a sideshow
When you go down to the riverside
To see a river of gloom passing by
When the forests stand empty and meaningless
And every day a murder extinction is on the news
And great empires crawl reluctantly to conventions on climate change
While people go about their daily business
Seeing how slow death sheds the hearts of birds
How slow death sheds the teeth and claws of cats
How even the horns of the rhino
Are reduced to face powder
Looking back at this – what will you think?
That it was close but that you made amends
Or that nature has become a thing of the past
And who is God and where is He?
And where is this promised kingdom of his?
Mikes New Web 