Hymn For A New Age Poem by rawden lewis

The scars are on our valleys
The sewage in our streams
The smoke from motor engines
Kills air that no one cleans

Each field's full of pesticide
And all the crops are sprayed
Our greed's the only guide
When there's money to be made

The rainbows are in ruins
There's soot upon the sun
The only stars are neon
The birds are always dumb

The trees we climbed as children
The meadows where we played
All these are soon forgotten
When there's money to be made

We know we can't insure them
Their value can't be weighed
Yet we still go and ignore them
When there's money to be made

But soon our eyes won't see them
And history books will tell
How we crucified our Eden
And turned it into hell