Thursday, September 27, 2018

A sad Poem -- for thinking

For us; 
  bad stewards of God's world 

Today I died
I died amongst the elephants
Dead ones and those who soon will die
Martyrs for man rich men who buy
Ivory trinkets adorn their bods

Today I died
I died amongst the living trees
Soon I'll  become a plank or spire
'Tree who lifted her arms to pray'
I'm 'renewable' won't be me

Today I died
Drop of oil amongst other drops
Died among barrels and barrels
'I'm here today gone tomorrow'
Generations away may mourn 

Today I died 
I died amongst the rubble piles 
Rubble piles of used throwaways 
Organic and inorganic 
Served humanity then I died 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at

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