Devastation, desolation
uncontrolled deforestation.
A policy of slash and burn.
What men destroy cannot return.
What man despoils he can’t replace.
Though where he’s been he leaves a trace
Vast tracts of semi desert ground
where very little life is found.
Undoes the work of centuries
Creates a wound that will not heal
When he cuts down the forest trees
There is no way he can appeal
Dame nature has the final say
he has sinned and he must pay.
9-Aug-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but true poem and reminder Ivor! Thanks for sharing my friend, a great read. *10*! ! Best wishes, Thad