Huge metallic birds in the Cobalt skies,fly around with out fear.
The grey buildings of cement,
stand high like proud soldiers.
The sound of the city,
honking and screeching,
make up the world we live in.
A cold scary world,
barren of warm golden sunsets,
or the music of the wild,
or the pride of the trees,
or the promise of a better tomorrow!
We are instruments, that can change anything
or destroy everything.
"Man", we say, "an evolved species".
Evolved? I wonder.
'Creator of Science!'
'In the name of Science!'
Alas, we need no further explaination,
on this path of destruction!
The trees lose their pride,
the tides come high!
The Sun shines brightly
through the Ozone less skies!
One by one,
the magical creatures disappear!
And agian I wonder, Man an evolved species?
The Earth is sucked of its Life.
Is the Man dumb, deaf or blind?
Can't he see the mother die?
Or can't he hear her cry?
Still he stays mum,
as if without a choice,
and lets the metal birds soar the skies!
As the cement gaints cast their shadows on life,
the air begins to bear the stench of Death.
Oh Evolved creatures, I pray, let not the mother die!
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