Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

No Aberrations On Earth


NO ABERRATIONS ON EARTH



Nature knows no aberration
Only balance, evolution
Allowing life anticipation
Blowing change to new solution.
Exception to this rule is found
Regretfully in Man's mistakes,
Reaction not response profound
All sets awry: Man gives not, takes.
Time's current watershed presents
Insight on human exploitation,
Only the peril represents
Nature's vengeance, for creation
Sustained supposes self-respect
ON EARTH few choose, for most abuse unchecked.

1 September 2008
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© Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet No Aberrations On Earth

Submitted: Monday, September 01, 2008
Edited: Monday, April 26, 2010
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