Are We Robbers Poem by Cyclopseven R

Are we robbers?
Are we robbers?

I yell loud passing my voice across the canyon
I let nature speak in beautiful echoes
answering the quest, echoing not my quest
but answering the quest

“yes you all are”
“yes you all are”
“yes you all are”

“you rob the love of many
hardly you strive to return any;
you rob many of their penny
but rarely pay back the - poverty - any;
you rob the space for expansion
but you rarely let yourself expand;
you rob many of opportunities
but hardly you create opportunities for the puny;
you rob the soul of its beauty
but never fill the safe, pretty.
you rob many of their roots
replenish none for generations to come”

“in doldrum
the barrels you roll
but no wine and no taste
empty barrels
only emptiness in void”

“robbers”
“robbers”
“robbers”

nature speaks,
intuitively felt.
let us repent
that we rob no more
and we complain no pain
lets expand in mass
with concern for all, the masses.