Stilts Poem by Taunya Benns

Stilts to protect from the crimes of the past

Nature pained

it was a gift

thinking it would last

Stepped upon

by dirty feet

Morals unclean unsure

Spread throughout existence

Dead forevermore

Given a world with beauty

All the things we need

Treated so unfair

Nothing was kept clean

Stilts to protect from

Disasters that we’ve seen

Tall above the beauty

Never again may we touch

The joys of his creation

Stilts are now a must

Death to those who walk

Upon the beautiful land

Poison in disease shall conquer

By only one touch of the hand

He gave a gift of completion

We must think before it’s too late

Protect this earth it all we have

Or these stilts shall be our fate!