Broken Promises Poem by John Shea

Like a napalm ravaged jungle
Black and smoking in my mind
Not a scrap left for even a vulture
Though it searches but cannot find

Like a beach strewn with dying seaweed
Brown and green mottled clumps
Of what once was life
What we did to the oceans
Was warning we gave no heed

Like the haze and smog in our polluted air
Gray and dismal and hardly any sun
Nor blue skies with winged feathered friends in the air

Like the dying young in our midst
Craving perhaps only an ort
However finding none
Holding thier empty cups
And shaking an angry fist

As mother nature looks down upon us
She can only weep acid rain
We all destroy what we promised to give
As she suffers the pain.