MAN’S DOMAIN

What has man done to the earth?
That it moans and screams in pain.
What tortuous methods
Brought forth metal for gain?

Waste lands, dead plants,
Poisoned water, foul smelling air
Where there were forests green,
Flowers sweet, fresh water flowing,
And the wind wafted blossoms
Across to the homes of man.

No feathered friends gather with their young
To bathe and fish in water pure.
No timid beasts approach the barren shore.
No children splash or play on summer days
And filthy fog displaces autumn haze.

Stop man! Before it becomes to late,
Try and save this precious earth from fate
Wrought by your thoughtless greed.
Careless, ruthless, heartless man,
No wonder your children’s faces are pale
Where rosy cheeks used to bloom.

Look around at the destruction, not from war,
Not from storm or fire or flood,
But by the greed of a human heart,
To grasp at gain without thought.

Man, protector of this world of ours
Look at your handiwork,
Gaze at the stunted trees,
The painful twisted rock.
Creatures seeking fresh water
And sweet clean earth.

M Ann Margetson Oct 19 1998 ©
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