In The Way (Poetry)

“Whatever crop man soweth
so shall he come to reap
the ruined land on long-term loan
was never man’s to keep” THE BOOK OF EVENTUAL COMEUPPANCE


How easily they kill the trees
without a thought or qualm
hack and slash, chop down and burn
don’t hesitate to harm

what took a century to grow
a shelter strong and dry
for a great multitude of things
that creep and crawl and fly

The hand’s too ready with the axe
no inner voice says “Stay —
what right have I to kill a tree
because it’s in my way?”

They clear the forest, waste the land
to build their ugly towns
while up above some kind of god
looks down on all and frowns

Then goes back to his drawing board
old plans revised today —
new visions for the universe
and Earth is in the way