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Posted on: 22 Mar 2012 Tagged by:

by alfsalaam, March 2012


There was a time when my rivers flowed clear

Many different coloured fish swirled in my oceans

Packs of buffalo ran wild through my wildernesses

And penguin colonies ruled my glaciers


There was a time when my forests were green and lush

Dense canopies were filled with melodious birdsong

Wild flowers and plants grew without restraint

And the forest floor crawled with insect kingdoms


There was a time when my earth was rich

Beneath me were buried treasures beyond description

But human life was still worth more to all

And ‘treasure’ lived upon my surface itself


There was a time when man knew my sanctity

He used my resources and he replaced my losses

There was a sacred cycle of give and take

An understanding that there was interdependency


There is now a time when my rivers flow with disease

My oceans are losing life, rare species becoming extinct

My forests are shrinking, my branches are empty

And my very earth has been made barren


There is no more sanctity, only greed

I have been exploited by the people who need me

My resources are not replaced, nor invested in

And man fights man for what little remains


If we do not reverse, then the day will come

When the forests will be no more

The birdsong will cease

And there will be no roaming wildlife


There will be a day when the rivers dry up

When the oceans become tombs for what is no more

There will be a day when the lush green becomes lost

Leaving only a whisper of lament

For what ceases to be.


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